Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion

OF THE SLEEP OF ULRo! AND OF THE PASSAGE THROUGH ETERNAL DEATH! AND OF THE AWAKING TO ETERNAL LIFE. r I "'HIS theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song. Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand! I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine: Fibres of love from man to man thro' Albion's pleasant land. In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey A black water accumulates, return Albion! return! Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons, Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters Weep at thy soul's disease, and the Divine Vision is darken'd : Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face, Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom, Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one? I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend ; Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me: Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense; Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades! But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark; Phantom of the over heated brain! shadow of immortality!

Seeking to keep my soul a victim to thy Love! which binds Man the enemy of man into deceitful friendships: Jerusalem is not! her daughters are indefinite; By demonstration man alone can live, and not by faith. My mountains are my own, and I will keep them to myself: The Malvern and the Cheviot, the Wolds, Plinlimmon & Snowdon Are mine, here will I build my Laws of Moral Virtue: Humanity shall be no more: but war & princedom & victory! So spake Albion in jealous fears, hiding his Emanation Upon the Thames and Medway, rivers of Beulah: dissembling His jealousy before the throne divine, darkening, cold! I B

THE banks of the Thames are clouded! the ancient porches of Albion are Darken'd! they are drawn thro' unbounded space, scatter'd upon The Void in incoher(er)ent despair! Cambridge & Oxford & London, Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated, In Chasms & Abysses of sorrow, enlarg'd without dimension, terrible. Albion's mountains run with blood, the cries of war & of tumult Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection Of mountain & river & city, are small & wither'd & darken'd. Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowed up! Lincoln & Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan-Adan! Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the North! Mourning for fear of the warriors in the Vale of Entuthon-Benython ~ Jerusalem is scatter'd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro' non-entity: Moab & Ammon & Amalek & Canaan & Egypt & Aram Recieve her little-ones for sacrifices and the delights of cruelty. Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me, Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task! To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity Ever expanding in the Bosom of God, the Human Imagination. O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love: Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life! Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages, While I write of the building of Golgonooza, and of the terrors of Entuthon:

Of Hand & Hyle & Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton: Of the terrible sons & daughters of Albion, and their Generations. Scofield, Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza: And to devour the Sleeping Humanity of Albion in rage & hunger. They revolve into the Furnaces Southward & are driven forth Northward, Divided into Male and Female forms time after time. From these Twelve all the Families of England spread abroad. The Male is a Furnace of beryll; the Female is a golden Loom; I behold them and their rushing fires overwhelm my Soul, In London's darkness; and my tears fall day and night, Upon the Emanations of Albion's Sons; the Daughters of Albion, Names anciently remember'd, but now contemn'd as fictions ! Although in every bosom they controll our Vegetative powers. These are united into Tirzah and her Sisters, on Mount Gilead, Cambel & Gwendolen & Conwenna & Cordelia & Ignoge. And these united into Rahab in the Covering Cherub on Euphrates, Gwiniverra & Gwinefred & Gonorill & Sabrina beautiful, Estrild, Mehetabel & Ragan, lovely Daughters of Albion, They are the beautiful Emanations of the Twelve Sons of Albion. The Starry Wheels revolv'd heavily over the Furnaces: Drawing Jerusalem in anguish of maternal love, Eastward, a pillar of a cloud with Vala upon the mountains Howling in pain, redounding from the arms of Beulah's Daughters, Out from the Furnaces of Los above the head of Los.

A pillar of smoke writhing afar into Non-Entity, redounding Till the cloud reaches afar outstretch'd among the Starry Wheels Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces. O what avail the loves & tears of Beulah's lovely Daughters? They hold the Immortal Form in gentle bands & tender tears, But all within is open'd into the deeps of Entuthon Benython A dark and unknown night, indefinite, unmeasurable, without end, Abstract Philosophy warring in enmity against Imagination (Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus, blessed for ever.) And there Jerusalem wanders with Vala upon the mountains. Attracted by the revolutions of those Wheels the Cloud of smoke Immense, and Jerusalem & Vala weeping in the Cloud, Wander away into the Chaotic Void, lamenting with her Shadow Among the Daughters of Albion, among the Starry Wheels: Lamenting for her children, for the sons & daughters of Albion. Los heard her lamentations in the deeps afar! his tears fall Incessant before the Furnaces, and his Emanation divided in pain, Eastward toward the Starry Wheels. But Westward a black Horror,

HIS Spectre driv'n by the Starry Wheels of Albion's sons, black and Opake divided from his back; he labours and he mourns! For as his Emanation divided, his Spectre also divided In terror of those starry wheels: and the Spectre stood over Los Howling in pain : a black'ning Shadow, black'ning dark & opake Cursing the terrible Los; bitterly cursing him for his friendship To Albion, suggesting murderous thoughts against Albion. Los rag'd and stamp'd the earth in his might & terrible wrath! He stood and stamp'd the earth ; then he threw down his hammer in rage & io In fury: then he sat down and wept, terrified! Then arose And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer: But still the Spectre divided, and still his pain increas'd! In pain the Spectre divided, in pain of hunger and thirst, To devour Los's Human Perfection, but when he saw that Los

WAS living: panting like a frighted wolf, and howling He stood over the Immortal, in the solitude and darkness: Upon the dark'ning Thames, across the whole Island westward, A horrible Shadow of Death, among the Furnaces : beneath The pillar of folding smoke; and he sought by other means To lure Los: by tears, by arguments of science & by terrors: Terrors in every Nerve, by spasms & extended pains: While Los answer'd unterrified to the opake blackening Fiend. And thus the Spectre spake: Wilt thou still go on to destruction io Till thy life is all taken away by this deceitful Friendship? He drinks thee up like water: like wine he pours thee Into his tuns: thy Daughters are trodden in his vintage. He makes thy Sons the trampling of his bulls, they are plow'd And harrow'd for his profit, Io! thy stolen Emanation Is his garden of pleasure! all the Spectres of his Sons mock thee; Look how they scorn thy once admired palaces, now in ruins Because of Albion; because of deceit and friendship; For Lo! Hand has peopled Babel & Nineveh; Hyle, Ashur & Aram: Cohan's son is Nimrod: his son Cush is adjoin'd to Aram, By the Daughter of Babel, in a woven mantle of pestilence & war. They put forth their spectrous cloudy sails; which drive their immense Constellations over the deadly deeps of indefinite Udan-Adan. Kox is the Father of Shem & Ham & Japheth, he is the Noah Of the Flood of Udan-Adan.

Hutn is the Father of the Seven From Enoch to Adam: Schofield is Adam who was NewCreated in Edom. I saw it indignant, & thou art not moved! This has divided thee in sunder: and wilt thou still forgive? O! thou seest not what I see! what is done in the Furnaces. Listen, I will tell thee what is done in moments to thee unknown: Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction and sealed, And Vala fed, in cruel delight, the Furnaces with fire: Stern Urizen beheld; urg'd by necessity to keep The evil day afar, and if perchance with iron power He might avert his own despair: in woe & fear he saw Vala incircle round the Furnaces where Luvah was clos'd: With joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah, With whom she liv'd in bliss in times of innocence & youth: Vala comes from the Furnace in a cloud, but wretched Luvah Is howling in the Furnaces, in flames among Albion's Spectres, To prepare the Spectre of Albion to reign over thee O Los, Forming the Spectres of Albion according to his rage: To prepare the Spectre sons of Adam, who is Scofield: the Ninth Of Albion's sons, & the father of all his brethren in the Shadowy Generation. Cambel & Gwendolen wove webs of war & of Religion, to involve all Albion's sons, and when they had Involv'd Eight, their webs roll'd outwards into darkness And Scofield the Ninth remain'd on the outside of the Eight, And Kox, Kotope, & Bowen,' One in him, a Fourfold Wonder, Involv'd the Eight.

Such are the Generations of the Giant Albion, To separate a Law of Sin, to punish thee in thy members. Los answer'd. Altho' I know not this! I know far worse than this: I know that Albion hath divided me, and that thou O my Spectre, Hast just cause to be irritated: but look stedfastly upon me: Comfort thyself in my strength; the time will arrive, When all Albion's injuries shall cease, and when we shall Embrace him tenfold bright, rising from his tomb in immortality. They have divided themselves by Wrath, they must be united by Pity: let us therefore take example & warning O my Spectre. O that I could abstain from wrath ! O that the Lamb Of God would look upon me and pity me in my fury. In anguish of regeneration : in terrors of self annihilation: Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder; And the Religion of Generation which was meant for the destruction Of Jerusalem, become her covering, till the time of the End. O holy Generation, Image of regeneration ! O point of mutual forgiveness between Enemies ! Birthplace of the Lamb of God incomprehensible ! The Dead despise & scorn thee, & cast thee out as accursed: Seeing the Lamb of God in thy gardens & thy palaces, Where they desire to place the Abomination of Desolation. Hand sits before his furnace : scorn of others & furious pride, Freeze round him to bars of steel & to iron rocks beneath His feet: indignant self-righteousness like whirlwinds of the north,

ROSE up against me thundering from the Brook of Albion's River, From Ranelagh & Strumbolo, from Cromwell's gardens & Chelsea The place of wounded Soldiers; but when he saw my Mace Whirl'd round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold Poisons rose up: & his sweet deceits cover'd them all over With a tender cloud. As thou art now, such was he O Spectre. I know thy deceit & thy revenges, and unless thou desist I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen! Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve thee. I will break thee into shivers, & melt thee in the furnaces of death, I will cast thee into forms of abhorrence & torment if thou Desist not from thine own will, & obey not my stern command : I am clos'd up from my children: my Emanation is dividing And thou my Spectre art divided against me. But mark, I will compell thee to assist me in my terrible labours. To beat These hypocritic Selfhoods on the Anvils of bitter Death. I am inspired: I act not for myself: for Albion's sake I now am what I am! a horror and an astonishment Shudd'ring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approach'd to Zion's Hill. While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shudd'ring before him Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey.

Los open'd the Furnaces in fear, the Spectre saw to Babel & Shinar Across all Europe & Asia, he saw the tortures of the Victims. He saw now from the outside what he before saw & felt from within, He saw that Los was the sole, uncontroll'd Lord of the Furnaces, Groaning he kneel'd before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone, Hung'ring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience, While Los pursu'd his speech in threat'nings loud & fierce. Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out: Thou art reveal'd before me in all thy magnitude & power: Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder: Thy holy wrath & deep deceit cannot avail against me, Nor shalt thou ever assume the triple-form of Albion's Spectre, For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury. If thou wast cast forth from my life: if I was dead upon the mountains Thou mightest be pitied & Jov'd: but now I am living: unless Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee. Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows, Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient. Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily In the Wars of Babel & Shinar; all their Emanations were Condens'd. Hand has absorb'd all his Brethren in his might; All the infant Loves & Graces were lost, for the mighty Hand

CONDENS'D his Emanations into hard opake substances, And his infant thoughts & desires into cold, dark, cliffs of death. His hammer of gold he siez'd; and his anvil of adamant; He siez'd the bars of condens'd thoughts, to forge them, Into the sword of war, into the bow and arrow; Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun. I saw the limbs form'd for exercise, contemn'd; & the beauty of Eternity, look'd upon as deformity, & loveliness as a dry tree: I saw disease forming a Body of Death around the Lamb Of God, to destroy Jerusalem, & to devour the body of Albion By war and stratagem to win the labour of the husbandman. Awkwardness arm'd in steel: Folly in a helmet of gold: Weakness with horns & talons: ignorance with a rav'ning beak: Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime: And the Emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of religion: Inspiration deny'd: Genius forbidden by laws of punishment: I saw terrified: I took the sighs & tears & bitter groans: I lifted them into my Furnaces, to form the spiritual sword, That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang Of sorrow red hot : I work'd it on my resolute anvil : I heated it in the flames of Hand, & Hyle, & Coban Nine times; Gwendolen & Cambel & Gwineverra Are melted into the gold, the silver, the liquid ruby, The crysolite, the topaz, the jacinth, & every precious stone.

Loud roar my Furnaces and loud my hammer is heard: I labour day and night. I behold the soft affections Condense beneath my hammer into forms of cruelty, But still I labour in hope, tho' still my tears flow down, That he who will not defend Truth, may be compell'd to defend A Lie, that he may be snared and caught and snared and taken, That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise! Thus they contended among the Furnaces with groans &c tears; Groaning the Spectre heav'd the billows, obeying Los's frowns; Till the Spaces of Erin were perfected in the furnaces Of affliction, and Los drew them forth, compelling the harsh Spectre

INTO the Furnaces & into the valleys of the Anvils of Death, And into the mountains of the Anvils & of the heavy Hammers, Till he should bring the Sons & Daughters of Jerusalem to be The Sons & Daughters of Los, that he might protect them from Albion's dread Spectres: storming, loud, thunderous & mighty The Bellows & the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand. And this is the manner of the Sons of Albion in their strength; They take the Two Contraries which are calld Qualities, with which Every Substance is clothed, they name them Good & Evil, From them they make an Abstract, which is a Negation Not only of the Substance from which it is derived, A murderer of its own Body : but also a murderer Of every Divine Member: it is the Reasoning Power, An Abstract objecting power, that Negatives every thing. This is the Spectre of Man: the Holy Reasoning Power, And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation. Therefore Los stands in London building Golgonooza, Compelling his Spectre to labours mighty; trembling in fear The Spectre weeps, but Los unmov'd by tears or threats remains. I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Man's I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create. So Los, in fury & strength: in indignation & burning wrath Shudd'ring the Spectre howls, his howlings terrify the night. He stamps around the Anvil, beating blows of stern despair, He curses Heaven & Earth, Day & Night & Sun & Moon, He curses Forest Spring & River, Desart & sandy Waste, Cities & Nations, Families & Peoples, Tongues & Laws, Driven to desperation by Los's terrors & threat'ning fears.

Los cries, Obey my voice & never deviate from my will And I will be merciful to thee: be thou invisible to all To whom I make thee invisible, but chief to my own Children, O Spectre of Urthona: Reason not against their dear approach Nor them obstruct with thy temptations of doubt & despair; O Shame, O strong & mighty Shame I break thy brazen fetters; If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes To what thou shalt endure if thou obey not my great will. The Spectre answer'd. Art thou not asham'd of those thy Sins That thou callest thy Children ! lo the Law of God commands That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty & torment For thine are also mine! I have kept silent hitherto, Concerning my chief delight: but thou hast broken silence; Now I will speak my mind! Where is my lovely Enitharmon, thou my enemy, where is my Great Sin? She is also thine. said: now is my grief at worst, incapable of being Surpassed: but every moment it accumulates more & more, It continues accumulating to eternity: the joys of God advance For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity & Compassion, He cannot feel Distress: he feeds on Sacrifice & Offering: Delighting in cries & tears & clothed in holiness & solitude; But my griefs advance also, for ever & ever without end. O that I could cease to be!

Despair! I am Despair Created to be the great example of horror & agony : also my Prayer is vain. I called for compassion : compassion mock'd, Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead And iron, bound it over me for ever: Life lives on my Consuming: & the Almighty hath made me his Contrary, To be all evil, all reversed & for ever dead: knowing And seeing life, yet living not: how can I then behold And not tremble; how can I be beheld & not abhorr'd? So spoke the Spectre shudd'ring, & dark tears ran down his shadowy face Which Los wiped off, but comfort none could give, or beam of hope. Yet ceas'd he not from labouring at the roarings of his Forge With iron & brass Building Golgonooza in great contendings, Till his Sons & Daughters came forth from the Furnaces At the sublime Labours, for Los compell'd the invisible Spectre

TO labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains, In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah, With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art: Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems: That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead, He might feel the pain as if a man gnaw'd his own tender nerves. Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, & all the Daughters of Beulah Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalem's Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin: And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection lovely, And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth to the starry depth. Los wept with exceeding joy & all wept with joy together: They fear'd they never more should see their Father, who Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion. c But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace, Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem? To proted the Emanations of Albion's mighty ones from cruelty? Sabrina & Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of gold: Ragan is wholly cruel, Scofield is bound in iron armour: He is like a mandrake in the earth before Reuben's gate: He shoots beneath Jerusalem's walls to undermine her foundations: Vala is but thy Shadow, O thou loveliest among women: A shadow animated by thy tears, O mournful Jerusalem!

WHY wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade? Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose: But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm: What shall we do for thee, O lovely mild Jerusalem? And Los said, I behold the finger of God in terrors! Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him! But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing. Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all-piteous-one! What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon? Yet why despair? I saw the finger of God go forth Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albion's Sons ; Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever. With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow : God is within, & without: he is even in the depths of Hell! Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces! And they appear'd within & without incircling on both sides The Starry Wheels of Albion's Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem, And for Vala the shadow of Jerusalem, the ever mourning Shade : On both sides, within & without beaming gloriously: Terrified at the sublime Wonder, Los stood before his Furnaces, And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erin's Spaces, For the Spaces reach'd from the starry heighth, to the starry depth:

And they builded Golgonooza: terrible eternal labour! What are those golden builders doing? where was the burying-place Of soft Ethinthus? near Tyburn's fatal Tree? is that Mild Zion's hills, most ancient promontory, near mournful Ever weeping Paddington? is that Calvary and Golgotha? Becoming a building of pity and compassion? Lo! The stones are pity, and the bricks, well wrought affections: Enamel'd with love & kindness, & the tiles engraven gold, Labour of merciful hands: the beams & rafters are forgiveness: The mortar & cement of the work, tears of honesty: the nails And the screws & iron braces, are well wrought blandishments, And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten, Always comforting the remembrance: the floors, humility: The cielings, devotion: the hearths, thanksgiving. Prepare the furniture, O Lambeth, in thy pitying looms; The curtains, woven tears & sighs, wrought into lovely forms For comfort: there the secret furniture of Jerusalem's chamber Is wrought: Lambeth! the Bride, the Lamb's Wife, loveth thee: Thou art one with her & knowest not of self in thy supreme joy. Go on, builders in hope : tho' Jerusalem wanders far away, Without the gate of Los: among the dark Satanic wheels. Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold, The great City of Golgonooza : fourfold toward the north, And toward the south fourfold, & fourfold toward the east & west, Each within other toward the four points: that toward Eden, and that toward the World of Generation, And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro:

Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albion's sons: But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation: Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments & perfection. And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity: West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North, The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever. These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebar's flood. And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East, And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North. And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation, Has four sculptur'd Bulls, terrible, before the Gate of iron, And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro, Clay bak'd & enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces: Turning upon the Wheels of Albion's sons with enormous power. And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, brass, & iron:

AND that toward Eden, four, form'd of gold, silver, brass, & iron. The South, a golden Gate, has four Lions terrible, living: That toward Generation, four, of iron carv'd wondrous: That toward Ulro, four, clay bak'd, laborious workmanship : That toward Eden, four, immortal gold, silver, brass & iron. The Western Gate fourfold, is clos'd: having four Cherubim Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task: Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings. That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone: That toward Ulro, clay; that toward Eden, metals: But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield their dead. The Eastern Gate, fourfold: terrible & deadly its ornaments: Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albion's sons, as cogs Are form'd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel. That toward Eden, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds Of forms of death: and that toward Beulah, stone: The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible. And that toward Ulro, forms of war: seven enormities: And that toward Generation, seven generative forms. And every part of the City is fourfold: & every inhabitant, fourfold. And every pot & vessel & garment & utensil of the houses, And every house, fourfold; but the third Gate in every one Is clos'd as with a threefold curtain of ivory & fine linen & ermine. And Luban stands in middle of the City:

a moat of fire, Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace & the golden Looms of Cathedron. And sixty-four thousand Genii, guard the Eastern Gate: And sixty-four thousand Gnomes, guard the Northern Gate: And sixty-four thousand Nymphs, guard the Western Gate: And sixty-four thousand Fairies, guard the Southern Gate. Around Golgonooza lies the land of death eternal: a Land Of pain and misery and despair and ever brooding melancholy: In all the Twenty-seven Heavens, numbered from Adam to Luther: From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth. The Vegetative Universe opens like a flower from the Earth's center, In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without, And the abstract Voids between the Stars are the Satanic Wheels. There is the Cave; the Rock; the Tree: the Lake of Udan Adan: The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly: The Rocks of solid fire: the Ice valleys: the Plains Of burning sand; the rivers, cataract & Lakes of Fire: The Islands of the fiery Lakes: the Trees of Malice, Revenge, And black Anxiety: and the Cities of the Salamandrine men: (But whatever is visible to the Generated Man, Is a Creation of mercy & love, from the Satanic Void.) The land of darkness flamed, but no light, & no repose: The land of snows of trembling, & of iron hail incessant: The land of earthquakes:

and the land of woven labyrinths: The land of snares & traps & wheels & pitfalls & dire mills: The Voids, the Solids, & the land of clouds & regions of waters, With their inhabitants: in the Twenty-seven Heavens beneath Beulah: Selfrighteousnesses conglomerating against the Divine Vision: A Concave Earth wondrous, Chasmal, Abyssal, Incoherent, Forming the Mundane Shell: above: beneath: on all sides surrounding Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night and day. He views the City of Golgonooza, & its smaller Cities: The Looms & Mills & Prisons & Work-houses of Og & Anak: The Amalekite: the Canaanite: the Moabite: the Egyptian: And all that has existed in the space of six thousand years: Permanent, & not lost (not lost) nor vanish'd, & every little act, Word, work, & wish, that has existed, all remaining still In those Churches ever consuming & ever building, by the Spectres Of all the inhabitants of Earth, wailing to be Created: Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, meer possibilities: But to those who enter into them they seem the only substances, For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear,

ONE hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away. He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent, Ore the first born coil'd in the south: the Dragon Urizen: Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue, even the Devouring Tongue: A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart: And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue, Beneath Beulah: as a wat'ry flame revolving every way, A.nd as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction: growing In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females: Ahania, and Enion, and Vala and Enitharmon lovely, And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion. Ahania & Enion & Vala, are three evanescent shades: Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los: His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of Death is past. Such are the Buildings of Los: & such are the Woofs of Enitharmon. And Los beheld his Sons, and he beheld his Daughters: Every one a translucent Wonder: a Universe within, Increasing inwards, into length, and breadth, and heighth: Starry & glorious: and they, every one in their bright loins, Have a beautiful golden gate which opens into the vegetative world: And every one a gate of rubies & all sorts of precious stones In their translucent hearts, which opens into the vegetative world: And every one a gate of iron dreadful and wonderful In their translucent heads, which opens into the vegetative world.

And every one has the three regions Childhood: Manhood: & Age. But the gate of the tongue, the western gate in them is clos'd, Having a wall builded against it : and thereby the gates Eastward & Southward & Northward, are incircled with flaming fires. And the North is Breadth, the South is Heighth & Depth : The East is Inwards : & the West is Outwards every way. And Los beheld the mild Emanation Jerusalem eastward bending Her revolutions toward the Starry Wheels in maternal anguish, Like a pale cloud arising from the arms of Beulah's Daughters: In Entuthon Benython's deep Vales beneath Golgonooza.

AND Hand & Hyle rooted into Jerusalem by a fibre Of strong revenge, & Scofeld Vegetated by Reuben's Gate In every Nation of the Earth, till the Twelve Sons of Albion Enrooted into every Nation : a mighty Polypus growing From Albion over the whole Earth : such is my awful Vision. I see the Four-fold Man. The Humanity in deadly sleep, And its fallen Emanation. The Spectre & its cruel Shadow. I see the Past, Present & Future, existing all at once Before me; O Divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings! That I may awake Albion from his long & cold repose. For Bacon & Newton sheath'd in dismal steel their terrors hang Like iron scourges over Albion. Reasonings like vast Serpents Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations. I turn my eyes to the Schools & Universities of Europe, And there behold the Loom of Locke, whose Woof rages dire Wash'd by the Water-wheels of Newton: black the cloth In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation: cruel Works Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic Moving by compulsion each other : not as those in Eden, which Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace. I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil Of death : forming an Ax of gold; the Four Sons of Los Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albion's hills, That Albion's Sons may roll apart over the Nations, While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram, in whose Loins Reuben in his Twelve-fold majesty & beauty shall take refuge, As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks.

But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations. I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter, And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam, When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter And at the place of Death, when Albion sat in Eternal Death Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom.

HAMPSTEAD, Highgate, Finchley, Hendon, Muswell Hill, rage loud Before Bromion's iron Tongs & glowing Poker reddening fierce; Hertfordshire glows with fierce Vegetation; in the Forests The Oak frowns terrible, the Beech & Ash & Elm enroot Among the Spiritual fires : loud the Corn-fields thunder along The Soldier's Fife, the Harlot's shriek, the Virgin's dismal groan, The Parent's fear, the Brother's jealousy, the Sister's curse, Beneath the Storms of Theotormon, & the thund'ring Bellows Heaves in the hand of Palamabron, who in London's darkness Before the Anvil watches the bellowing flames : thundering The Hammer loud rages in Rintrah's strong grasp, swinging loud Round from heaven to earth, down falling with heavy blow Dead on the Anvil, where the red hot wedge groans in pain. He quenches it in the black trough of his Forge : London's River Feeds the dread Forge, trembling & shuddering along the Valleys. Humber & Trent roll dreadful before the Seventh Furnace, And Tweed & Tyne anxious give up their souls for Albion's sake. Lincolnshire, Derbyshire, Nottinghamshire, Leicestershire, From Oxfordshire to Norfolk on the Lake of Udan Adan Labour within the Furnaces, walking among the Fires, With Ladles huge & iron Pokers over the Island white. Scotland pours out his Sons to labour at the Furnaces: Wales gives his Daughters to the Looms; England, nursing Mothers Gives to the Children of Albion & to the Children of Jerusalem. From the blue Mundane Shell even to the Earth of Vegetation, Throughout the whole Creation which groans to be deliver'd, Albion groans in the deep slumbers of Death upon his Rock.

Here Los fix'd down the Fifty-two Counties of England & Wales, The Thirty-six of Scotland, & the Thirty-four of Ireland, With mighty power, when they fled out at Jerusalem's Gates, Away from the Conflict of Luvah & Urizen, fixing the Gates In the Twelve Counties of Wales, & thence Gates looking every way, To the Four Points, conduct to England & Scotland & Ireland, And thence to all the Kingdoms & Nations & Families of the Earth. The Gate of Reuben in Carmarthenshire: the Gate of Simeon in Cardiganshire : & the Gate of Levi in Montgomeryshire : The Gate of Judah, Merionethshire: the Gate of Dan, Flintshire: The Gate of Napthali, Radnorshire : the Gate of Gad, Pembrokeshire : The Gate of Asher, Carnarvonshire : the Gate of Issachar, Brecknokshire : The Gate of Zebulun, in Anglesea & Sodor, so is Wales divided, The Gate of Joseph, Denbighshire: the Gate of Benjamin, Glamorganshire: For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albion's Sons. And the Forty Counties of England are thus divided in the Gates: Of Reuben, Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex. Simeon, Lincoln, York, Lancashire. Levi, Middlesex, Kent, Surrey. Judah, Somerset, Glouster, Wiltshire. Dan, Cornwall, Devon, Dorset. Napthali, Warwick, Leicester, Worcester. Gad, Oxford, Bucks, Harford. Asher, Sussex, Hampshire, Berkshire. Issachar, Northampton, Rutland, Nottgham. Zebulun, Bedford, Huntgn, Camb. Joseph, Stafford, Shrops, Heref. Benjamin, Derby, Cheshire, Monmouth. And Cumberland, Northumberland, Westmoreland & Durham are Divided in the (the) Gates of Reuben, Judah, Dan & Joseph.

And the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland, divided in the Gates : Of Reuben, Kincard, Haddntn, Forfar. Simeon, Ayr, Argyll, Banff. Levi, Edinburh, Roxbro, Ross. Judah, Abrdeen, Berwik, Dumfries. Dan, Bute, Caitnes, Clakmanan. Napthali, Nairn, Invernes, Linlithgo. Gad, Peebles, Perth, Renfru. Asher, Sutherlan, Stirling, Wigtoun. Issachar, Selkirk, Dumbartn, Glasgo. Zebulun, Orkney, Shetland, Skye. Joseph, Elgin, Lanerk, Kinros. Benjamin, Kromarty, Murra, Kirkubriht. Governing all by the sweet delights of secret amorous glances, In Enitharmon's Halls builded by Los & his mighty Children. All things acted on Earth are seen in the bright Sculptures of Los's Halls, & every Age renews its powers from these Works, With every pathetic story possible to happen from Hate or Wayward Love, & every sorrow & distress is carved here, Every Affinity of Parents, Marriages & Friendships are here In all their various combinations wrought with wondrous Art, All that can happen to Man in his pilgrimage of seventy years. Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb & Sinai : And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet & Calvary.

HIS Spectre divides & Los in fury compells it to divide: To labour in the fire, in the water, in the earth, in the air, To follow the Daughters of Albion as the hound follows the scent Of the wild inhabitant of the forest, to drive them from his own : To make a way for the Children of Los to come from the Furnaces. But Los himself against Albion's Sons his fury bends, for he Dare not approach the Daughters openly lest he be consumed In the fires of their beauty & perfection & be Vegetated beneath Their Looms, in a Generation of death & resurrection to forgetfulness. They wooe Los continually to subdue his strength: he continually Shews them his Spectre; sending him abroad over the four points of heaven In the fierce desires of beauty & in the tortures of repulse : He is The Spectre of the Living pursuing the Emanations of the Dead. Shudd'ring they flee: they hide in the Druid Temples in cold chastity: Subdued by the Spectre of the Living & terrified by undisguis'd desire. For Los said : Tho' my Spectre is divided, as I am a Living Man I must compell him to obey me wholly: that Enitharmon may not Be lost, & lest he should devour Enitharmon: Ah me! Piteous image of my soft desires & loves: O Enitharmon! I will compell my Spectre to obey: I will restore to thee thy Children.

No one bruises or starves himself to make himself fit for labour! Tormented with sweet desire for these beauties of Albion, They would never love my power if they did not seek to destroy Enitharmon: Vala would never have sought & loved Albion If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem: such is that false And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love: Cruel hipocrisy unlike the lovely delusions of Beulah: And cruel forms, unlike the merciful forms of Beulah's Night. They know not why they love nor wherefore they sicken & die, Calling that Holy Love, which is Envy Revenge & Cruelty, Which separated the stars from the mountains: the mountains from Man, I7 D And left Man, a little grovelling Root, outside of Himself. Negations are not Contraries: Contraries mutually Exist: But Negations Exist Not: Exceptions & Objections & Unbeliefs Exist not: nor shall they ever be Organized for ever & ever. If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation: a meer Reasoning & Derogation from me, an Objecting & cruel Spite And Malice & Envy: but my Emanation, Alas! will become My Contrary. O thou Negation, I will continually compell Thee to be invisible to any but whom I please, & when And where & how I please, and never! never! shalt thou be Organized, But as a distorted & reversed Reflexion in the Darkness And in the Non Entity: nor shall that which is above Ever descend into thee :

but thou shalt be a Non Entity for ever. And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an Unquenchable Fire And he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by Those that thou tormentest, a Hell & Despair for ever & ever. So Los in secret with himself communed & Enitharmon heard In her darkness & was comforted : yet still she divided away In gnawing pain from Los's bosom in the deadly Night; First as a red Globe of blood trembling beneath his bosom Suspended over her he hung : he infolded her in his garments Of wool : he hid her from the Spectre, in shame & confusion of Face; in terrors & pains of Hell & Eternal Death, the Trembling Globe shot forth Self-living & Los howl'd over it: Feeding it with his groans & tears day & night without ceasing: And the Spectrous Darkness from his back divided in temptations, And in grinding agonies, in threats, stiflings, & direful strugglings. Go thou to Skofield : ask him if he is Bath or if he is Canterbury. Tell him to be no more dubious: demand explicit words. Tell him: I will dash him into shivers, where & at what time I please: tell Hand & Skofield they are my ministers of evil To those I hate: for I can hate also as well as they!

FROM every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread Within, Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One: An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger & thirst & sorrow. Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly, Jealous of Jerusalem's children, asham'd of her little-ones, (For Vala produc'd the Bodies, Jerusalem gave the Souls) Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead, To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead. Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions! The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness! Our Father Albion's sin and shame! But father now no more! Nor sons, nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table, Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights Of age and youth, and boy and girl, and animal and herb, And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family, Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree, In self-denial ! — But War and deadly contention, Between Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden, The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth, And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain, And city & village, and house & family.

That the Perfect May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother. She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potter's field. Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul, To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever. So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albion's Little-ones: to destroy the Divine Saviour, the Friend of Sinners; Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications. Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albion's Twelve Sons. Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness. And Hyle & Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd, Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep. Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albion's Loins Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark & unknown Night, Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain & tears.

HIS Children exil'd from his breast, pass to and fro before him, His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches, '9 His tents are fall'n: his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his harp, Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms & fire. His milk of Cows & honey of Bees, & fruit of golden harvest, Is gather'd in the scorching heat, & in the driving rain: Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain, His Giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust: Till from within his wither'd breast grown narrow with his woes, The corn is turn'd to thistles & the apples into poison: The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans: The voices of children in his tents to cries of helpless infants: And self-exiled from the face of light & shine of morning. In the dark world, a narrow house! he wanders up and down, Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within, His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth. All his Affections now appear withoutside: all his Sons, Hand, Hyle & Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton, Scofeld, Kox, Kotope & Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill: Who are the Spectres of the Twenty-four, each Double-form'd, Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath The dark, incessant sky seeking for rest and finding none: Raging against their Human natures, rav'ning to gormandize The Human majesty and beauty of the Twenty-four, Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abhorrence.

Suspition & revenge, & the seven diseases of the Soul Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud. Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albion's sake, and for Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom, Which harden'd against them more and more: as he builded onwards On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory: And Los was roof'd in from Eternity in Albion's Cliffs Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity. Albion's Circumference was clos'd: his Center began dark'ning Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose Clouded with storms: Los his strong Guard walk'd round beneath the Moon, And Albion fled inward among the currents of his rivers. He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala, The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeth's vales, In a sweet moony night & silence that they had created, With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon, Dividing & uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem Trembling; then in one comingling in eternal tears, Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.

BUT when they saw Albion fall'n, upon mild Lambeth's vale: Astonish'd, Terrified, they hover'd over his Giant limbs. Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears: Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair. Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life, And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence, Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil, Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds: Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb, Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection. Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil. When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast, Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyes The distant forest: then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone, The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire. They view their former life: they number moments over and over: Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow. Thou art my sister and my daughter: thy shame is mine also: Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs. Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys. Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little Error & fault that is soon forgiven;

but mercy is not a Sin Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness: O! if I have Sinned Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love! Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon, Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of Moab. cannot put off the human form, I strive but strive in vain. When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine, Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands Of love: thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty, Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity. The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion, Because it inclos'd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another. Albion lov'd thee: he rent thy Veil: he embrac'd thee: he lov'd thee! Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love: I redounded from Albion's bosom in my virgin loveliness : The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms, he smil'd upon us: He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion. Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away! Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd.

O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans! You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup: The disease of Shame covers me from head to feet: I have no hope. Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin. Doubt first assail'd me, then Shame took possession of me: Shame divides Families, Shame hath divided Albion in sunder: First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations, My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate; the Forests fled, The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separated, The Sea: the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: driv'n forth by my disease. All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure! That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle, And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil Wither in Luvah's Sepulchre. I thrust him from my presence And all my Children follow'd his loud howlings into the Deep. Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom: I discover thy secret places. Cordelia! I behold Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear: Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed. Art thou broken? Ah me, Sabrina, running by my side: In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna!

Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide! Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller: I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most, Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetite. Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them. Hand sees In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face: Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens. Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen: Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge: Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in Cruelty, Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief, Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt and Despair, Maiden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Children's voices, I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth: I see them distant from my bosom scourg'd along the roads, Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide: I see them die beneath the whips of the Captains; they are taken In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe; Six months they lie embalm'd in silent death: worshipped, Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring. Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals & their deadly cries. Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law Revengeful? O that Death & Annihilation were the same! Then Vala answer'd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion.

ALBION thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me: Thy Sons have nail'd me on the Gates, piercing my hands & feet: Till Scofield's Nimrod the mighty Huntsman [before] Jehovah came, With Cush his Son & took me down. He in a golden Ark, Bears me before his Armies tho' my shadow hovers here. The flesh of multitudes fed & nouris'd me in my childhood, My morn & evening food were prepar'd in Battles of Men. Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in the Valley of Vision. All Love is lost! terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love, And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty. Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven: but now Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance & searching eyes? I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved And in the dark recesses found Sin & can never return. Albion again utter'd his voice beneath the silent Moon. I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty, I brought Love into light & fancied Innocence is no more. Then spake Jerusalem. O Albion! my Father Albion! Why wilt them number every little fibre of my Soul, Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to dry? The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy Horrible, ghast & deadly:

nought shalt thou find in it But dark despair & everlasting brooding melancholy! Then Albion turn'd his face toward Jerusalem & spake. Hide thou, Jerusalem, in empalpable voidness, not to be Touch'd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem, Would thou wert not & that thy place might never be found. But come, O Vala.,, with knife & cup: drain my blood To the last drop: then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle. For I see Luvah whom I slew, I behold him in my Spectre, As I behold Jerusalem in thee, O Vala dark and cold. Jerusalem then stretch'd her hand toward the Moon & spoke. Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War, When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim? Loud groan'd Albion from mountain to mountain & replied.

JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion! Daughter of my phantasy! unlawful pleasure! Albion's curse! I came here with intention to annihilate thee; But My soul is melted away, inwoven within the Veil. Hast thou again knitted the Veil of Vala, which I for thee Pitying rent in ancient times. I see it whole and more Perfect: and shining with beauty! But thou! O wretched Father! Jerusalem reply'd, like a voice heard from a sepulcher: Father! once piteous! Is Pity a Sin? Embalm'd in Vala's bosom . In an Eternal Death for Albion's sake, our best beloved. Thou art my Father & my Brother: Why hast thou hidden me, Remote from the divine Vision, my Lord & Saviour? Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair, He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose: Inward complacency of Soul: a Self-annihilation. I have erred! I am ashamed! and will never return more: I have taught my children sacrifices of cruelty: what shall I answer? I will hide it from Eternals! I will give myself for my Children! Which way soever I turn, I behold Humanity and Pity! He recoil'd: he rush'd outwards: he bore the Veil whole away. His fires redound from his Dragon Altars in Errors returning. He drew the Veil of Moral Virtue, woven for Cruel Laws, And cast it into the Atlantic Deep, to catch the Souls of the Dead. He stood between the Palm tree & the Oak of weeping Which stand upon the edge of Beulah:

and there Albion sunk Down in sick pallid languor: These were his last words, relapsing Hoarse from his rocks, from caverns of Derbyshire & Wales And Scotland, utter'd from the Circumference into Eternity. Blasphemous Sons of Feminine delusion! God in the dreary Void Dwells from Eternity, wide separated from the Human Soul. But thou, deluding Image, by whom imbu'd the Veil I rent, Lo here is Vala's Veil whole, for a Law, a Terror & a Curse! And therefore God takes vengeance on me: from my clay-cold bosom My children wander, trembling victims of his Moral Justice. His snows fall on me and cover me, while in the Veil I fold My dying limbs. Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albion's Curse! May God, who dwells in this dark Ulro & voidness, vengeance take, And draw thee down into this Abyss of sorrow and torture, Like me thy Victim. O that Death & Annihilation were the same!

WHAT have I said? What have I done? O all-powerful Human Words! You recoil back upon me in the blood of the Lamb slain in his Children: Two bleeding Contraries, equally true, are his Witnesses against me. We reared mighty Stones: we danced naked around them: Thinking to bring Love into light of day, to Jerusalem's shame: Displaying our Giant limbs to all the winds of heaven: sudden Shame siez'd us, we could not look on one-another for abhorrence: the Blue Of our immortal Veins & all their Hosts fled from our Limbs, And wander'd distant in a dismal Night clouded & dark: The Sun fled from the Briton's forehead: the Moon from his mighty loins: Scandinavia fled with all his mountains fill'd with groans. O what is Life & what is Man? O what is Death? Wherefore Are you my Children, natives in the Grave to where I go? Or are you born to feed the hungry ravenings of Destruction, To be the sport of Accident! to waste in Wrath & Love, a weary Life, in brooding cares & anxious labours, that prove but chaff. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, I have forsaken thy Courts, Thy Pillars of ivory & gold: thy Curtains of silk & fine E Linen: thy Pavements of precious stones: thy Walls of pearl And gold, thy Gates of Thanksgiving, thy Windows of Praise: Thy Clouds of Blessing, thy Cherubims of Tender-mercy Stretching their Wings sublime over the Little-ones of Albion!

Human Imagination, O Divine Body I have Crucified, have turned my back upon thee into the Wastes of Moral Law: There Babylon is builded in the Waste, founded in Human desolation. O Babylon, thy Watchman stands over thee in the night, Thy severe Judge all the day long proves thee, O Babylon, With provings of destruction, with giving thee thy hearts desire. But Albion is cast forth to the Potter, his Children to the Builders, To build Babylon because they have forsaken Jerusalem. The Walls of Babylon are Souls of Men: her Gates the Groans Of Nations: her Towers are the Miseries of once happy Families. Her Streets are paved with Destruction, her Houses built with Death, Her Palaces with Hell & the Grave; her Synagogues with Torments Of ever-hardening Despair, squar'd & polish'd with cruel skill. Yet thou wast lovely as the summer cloud upon my hills When Jerusalem was thy heart's desire in times of youth & love. Thy Sons came to Jerusalem with gifts. She sent them away With blessings on their hands & on their feet, blessings of gold, And pearl & diamond: thy Daughters sang in her Courts: They came up to Jerusalem: they walked before Albion. In the Exchanges of London every Nation walk'd, And London walk'd in every Nation, mutual in love & harmony. Albion cover'd the whole Earth, England encompass'd the Nations, Mutual each within other's bosom in Visions of Regeneration: Jerusalem cover'd the Atlantic Mountains & the Erythrean, From bright Japan & China to Hesperia, France & England.

Mount Zion lifted his head in every Nation under heaven: And the Mount of Olives was beheld over the whole Earth. The footsteps of the Lamb of God were there: but now no more, No more shall I behold him, he is clos'd in Luvah's Sepulcher. Yet why these smitings of Luvah, the gentlest mildest Zoa? If God was Merciful this could not be: O Lamb of God, Thou art a delusion and Jerusalem is my Sin! O my Children, I have educated you in the crucifying cruelties of Demonstration Till you have assum'd the Providence of God & slain your Father. Dost thou appear before me who liest dead in Luvah's Sepulcher? Dost thou forgive me? thou who wast Dead & art Alive? Look not so merciful upon me, O thou Slain Lamb of God! I die! I die in thy arms tho' Hope is banish'd from me. Thund'ring the Veil rushes from his hand, Vegetating Knot by Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night: loud roll the indignant Atlantic Waves & the Erythrean, turning up the bottoms of the Deeps.

AND there was heard a great lamenting in Beulah: all the Regions Of Beulah were moved as the tender bowels are moved: & they said: Why did you take Vengeance, O ye Sons of the mighty Albion? Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples. Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed: As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him Done to the Divine Lord & Saviour, who suffers with those that suffer. For not one sparrow can suffer, & the whole Universe not suffer also, In all its Regions, & its Father & Saviour not pity and weep. But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace & Repentence in the bosom Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain! Descend, O Lamb of God, & take away the imputation of Sin By the Creation of States & the deliverance of Individuals Evermore. Amen. Thus wept they in Beulah over the Four Regions of Albion : But many doubted & despair 'd & imputed Sin & Righteousness 6 To Individuals & not to States, and these Slept in Ulro.

TO THE JEWS. JERUSALEM the Emanation of the Giant Albion! Can it be? Is it a Truth that the Learned have explored? Was Britain the Primitive Seat of the Patriarchal Religion? If it is true, my title-page is also True, that Jerusalem was & is the Emanation of the Giant Albion. It is True, and cannot be controverted. Ye are united, O ye Inhabitants of Earth, in One Religion: The Religion of Jesus: the most Ancient, the Eternal & the Everlasting Gospel. The Wicked will turn it to Wickedness, the Righteous to Righteousness. Amen! Huzza! Selah! " All things Begin & End in Albion's Ancient Druid Rocky Shore." ib Your Ancestors derived their origin from Abraham, Heber, Shem, and C Noah, who were Druids: as the Druid Temples (which are the Patriarchal ^"Pillars & Oak Groves) over the whole Earth witness to this day. You have a tradition, that Man anciently contain'd in his mighty limbs all things in Heaven & Earth: this you recieved from the Druids. " But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion." Albion was the Parent of the Druids: & in his Chaotic State of Sleep Satan & Adam & the whole World was Created by the Elohim. The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold, And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. Her Little-ones ran on the fields, The Lamb of God among them seen, And fair Jerusalem his Bride, Among the little meadows green.

Pancrass & Kentish-town repose Among her golden pillars high: Among her golden arches which Shine upon the starry sky. The Jew's-harp-house & the Green Man, The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight, The fields of Cows by William's farm, Shine in Jerusalem's pleasant sight. She walks upon our meadows green: The Lamb of God walks by her side: And every English Child is seen, Children of Jesus & his Bride. Forgiving trespasses and sins Lest Babylon with cruel Og, With Moral & Self-righteous Law, Should Crucify in Satan's Synagogue! What are those golden Builders doing Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington, Standing above that mighty Ruin Where Satan the first victory won, Where Albion slept beneath the Fatal Tree, And the Druids' golden Knife Rioted in human gore, In Offerings of Human Life? They groan'd aloud on London Stone, They groan'd aloud on Tyburn's Brook, Albion gave his deadly groan, And all the Atlantic Mountains shook. Albion's Spectre from his Loins, Tore forth in all the pomp of War: Satan his name: in flames of fire He stretch'd his Druid Pillars far. Jerusalem fell from Lambeth's Vale, Down thro' Poplar & Old Bow; Thro' Maiden & acros the Sea, In War & howling, death & woe. The Rhine was red with human blood; The Danube roll'd a purple tide ; On the Euphrates Satan stood, And over Asia stretch'd his pride. He wither'd up sweet Zion's Hill, From every Nation of the Earth;

He wither'd up Jerusalem's Gates, And in a dark Land gave her birth. He wither'd up the Human Form, By laws of sacrifice for sin, Till it became a Mortal Worm; But O! translucent all within. The Divine Vision still was seen, Still was the Human Form Divine, Weeping in weak & mortal clay, Jesus, still the Form was thine. And thine the Human Face, & thine The Human Hands & Feet & Breath, Entering thro' the Gates of Birth, And passing thro' the Gates of Death. And O thou Lamb of God, whom I Slew in my dark self-righteous pride, Art thou return'd to Albion's Land? And is Jerusalem thy Bride? Come to my arms & never more Depart; but dwell for ever here: Create my Spirit to thy Love: Subdue my Spectre to thy Fear. Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend! In clouds of blood & ruin roll'd: here reclaim thee as my own, My Self-hood! Satan! arm'd in gold. Is this thy soft Family-Love, Thy cruel Patriarchal pride, Planting thy Family alone, Destroying all the World beside? A man's worst enemies are those Of his own house & family; ioo And he who makes his law a curse, By his own hand shall surely die. In my Exchanges every Land Shall walk, & mine in every Land, Mutual, shall build Jerusalem; Both heart in heart & hand in hand. If Humility is Christianity, you, O Jews, are the true Christians;

If your tradition that Man contained in his Limbs all Animals is True & they were separated from him by cruel Sacrifices; and when compulsory cruel Sacrifices had brought Humanity into a Feminine Tabernacle, in the no loins of Abraham & David, the Lamb of God, the Saviour became apparent on Earth as the Prophets had foretold ! The Return of Israel is a Return to Mental Sacrifice & War. Take up the Cross, O Israel, & follow Jesus.

EVERY ornament of perfection, and every labour of love, In all the Garden of Eden, & in all the golden mountains, Was become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy: And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher & judge. And Albion spoke from his secret seat and said: All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the labours Of loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendships, Horrid to think of when enquired deeply into: and all These hills & valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin. I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast: A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth: That Man be separate from Man, & here I plant my seat. Cold snows drifted around him : ice cover'd his loins around. He sat by Tyburn's brook, and underneath his heel shot up A deadly Tree: he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the Law Of God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight. The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groan'd) They bent down, they felt the earth and again enrooting Shot into many a Tree: an endless labyrinth of woe! From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd) Enemies For Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars, Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potter's Furnace. He nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albion's Sons Must have become the first Victims, being the first transgressors: But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom : building A Strong Fortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy, In Shame & Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!

THEN the Divine Vision like a silent Sun appear'd above Albion's dark rocks: setting behind the Gardens of Kensington On Tyburn's River: in clouds of blood: where was mild Zion Hill's Most ancient promontory: and in the Sun, a Human Form appear'd, And thus the Voice Divine went forth upon the rocks of Albion. I elected Albion for my glory: I gave to him the Nations Of the whole Earth. He was the Angel of my Presence: and all The Sons of God were Albion's Sons : and Jerusalem was my joy. The Reactor hath hid himself thro' envy. I behold him, io But you cannot behold him till he be reveal'd in his System. Albion's Reactor must have a Place prepar'd. Albion must Sleep The Sleep of Death, till the Man of Sin & Repentance be reveal'd. Hidden in Albion's Forests he lurks : he admits of no Reply From Albion: but hath founded his Reaction into a Law Of Adion, for Obedience to destroy the Contraries of Man. He hath compell'd Albion to become a Punisher & hath possess'd Himself of Albion's Forests & Wilds: and Jerusalem is taken, The City of the Woods in the Forest of Ephratah is taken! London is a stone of her ruins: Oxford is the dust of her walls: Sussex & Kent are her scatter 'd garments: Ireland her holy place: And the murder'd bodies of her little ones are Scotland and Wales.

The Cities of the Nations are the smoke of her consummation, The Nations are her dust, ground by the chariot wheels Of her lordly conquerors, her palaces levell'd with the dust. I come that I may find a way for my banished ones to return. Fear not, O little Flock, I come: Albion shall rise again. So saying, the mild Sun inclos'd the Human Family. Forthwith from Albion's darkning locks came two Immortal forms, Saying: We alone are escaped, O merciful Lord and Saviour, We flee from the interiors of Albion's hills and mountains; From his Valleys Eastward; from Amalek, Canaan & Moab; Beneath his vast ranges of hills surrounding Jerusalem. Albion walk'd on the steps of fire before his Halls, And Vala walk'd with him in dreams of soft deluding slumber. He looked up & saw the Prince of Light with splendor faded. Then Albion ascended mourning into the porches of his Palace: Above him rose a Shadow from his wearied intellect Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy ; in white linen pure he hover'd, A sweet entrancing self-delusion, a wat'ry vision of Albion, Soft exulting in existence; all the Man absorbing. Albion fell upon his face prostrate before the wat'ry Shadow, Saying: O Lord whence is this change? thou knowest I am nothing! And Vala trembled & cover'd her face ; & her locks were spread on the pavemen t. We heard astonish'd at the Vision & our hearts trembled within us;

We heard the voice of slumberous Albion, and thus he spake, Idolatrous to his own Shadow words of eternity uttering: O I am nothing when I enter into judgment with thee! If thou withdraw thy breath I die & vanish into Hades, If thou dost lay thine hand upon me, behold I am silent: If thou withhold thine hand, I perish like a fallen leaf. O I am nothing: and to nothing must return again: If thou withdraw thy breath, Behold I am oblivion. He ceas'd; the shadowy voice was silent: but the cloud hover'd over their heads In golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man; & the balmy drops fell down. And lo! that son of Man, that Shadowy Spirit of mild Albion, Luvah descended from the cloud: in terror Albion rose: Indignant rose the awful Man, & turn'd his back on Vala. We heard the voice of Albion starting from his sleep: Whence is this voice crying, Enion! that soundeth in my ears? O cruel pity! O dark deceit! can love seek for dominion? And Luvah strove to gain dominion over Albion: They strove together above the Body where Vala was inclos'd, And the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement: Cover'd with boils from head to foot: the terrible smitings of Luvah. Then frown'd the fallen Man, and put forth Luvah from his presence, Saying, Go and Die the Death of Man, for Vala the sweet wanderer.

I will turn the volutions of your ears outward, and bend your nostrils Downward, and your fluxile eyes englob'd roll round in fear; Your with'ring lips and tongue shrink up into a narrow circle, Till into narrow forms you creep: go take your fiery way: And learn what 'tis to absorb the Man, you Spirits of Pity & Love. They heard the voice and fled swift as the winter's setting sun. And now the human blood foam'd high, the Spirits Luvah & Vala Went down the Human Heart where Paradise & its joys abounded, In jealous fears & fury & rage, & flames roll round their fervid feet: And the vast form of Nature like a serpent play'd before them. And as they fled in folding fires & thunders of the deep, Vala shrunk in like the dark sea that leaves its slimy banks, And from her bosom Luvah fell far as the east and West. And the vast form of Nature like a serpent roll'd between, Whether of Jerusalem's or Vala's ruins congenerated we know not: All is confusion: all is tumult, & we alone are escaped. So spoke the fugitives; they join'd the Divine Family, trembling.

AND the Two that escaped were the Emanation of Los & his Spectre: for where ever the Emanation goes, the Spectre Attends her as her Guard, & Los's Emanation is named F Enitharmon, & his Spectre is named Urthona: they knew Not where to flee: they had been on a visit to Albion's Children: And they strove to weave a Shadow of the Emanation To hide themselves: weeping & lamenting for the Vegetation Of Albion's Children; fleeing thro Albion's vales in streams of gore. Being not irritated by insult, bearing insulting benevolences, They percieved that corporeal friends are spiritual enemies : They saw the Sexual Religion in its embryon Uncircumcision. And the Divine hand was upon them bearing them thro' darkness, Back safe to their Humanity as doves to their windows: Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthona's Spectre in Songs Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble. They wept & trembled: & Los put forth his hand, & took them in, Into his Bosom; from which Albion shrunk in dismal pain; Bending the fibres of Brotherhood, & in Feminine Allegories Inclosing Los; but the Divine Vision appear'd with Los, Following Albion into his Central Void among his Oaks. And Los prayed and said, O Divine Saviour arise Upon the Mountains of Albion as in ancient time. Behold! The Cities of Albion seek thy face, London groans in pain From Hill to Hill & the Thames laments along the Valleys:

The little Villages of Middlesex & Surrey hunger & thirst: The Twenty -eight Cities of Albion stretch their hands to thee, Because of the Opressors of Albion in every City & Village: They mock at the Labourer's limbs! they mock at his starv'd Children. They buy his Daughters that they may have power to sell his Sons; They compell the Poor to live upon a crust of bread by soft mild arts; They reduce the Man to want, then give with pomp & ceremony. The praise of Jehovah is chaunted from lips of hunger & thirst. Humanity knows not of Sex: wherefore are Sexes in Beulah? In Beulah the Female lets down her beautiful Tabernacle, Which the Male enters magnificent between her Cherubim, And becomes One with her, mingling, condensing in Self-love, The Rocky law of Condemnation & double Generation, & Death. Albion hath enter 'd the Loins, the place of the Last Judgment: And Luvah hath drawn the Curtains around Albion in Vala's bosom. The Dead awake to Generation! Arise O Lord, & rend the Veil! So Los in lamentations follow'd Albion. Albion cover'd

HIS western heaven with rocky clouds of death & despair. Fearing that Albion should turn his back against the Divine Vision Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albion's Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves Of despair & death, to search the tempters out, walking among Albion's rocks & precipices: caves of solitude & dark despair. And saw every Minute Particular of Albion degraded & murder'd, But saw not by whom; they were hidden within in the minute particulars Of which they had possess'd themselves: and there they take up The articulations of a man's soul, and laughing throw it down Into the frame, then knock it out upon the plank, & souls are bak'd In bricks to build the pyramids of Heber & Terah. But Los Search'd in vain; clos'd from the minutia he walk'd, difficult He came down from Highgate thro' Hackney & Holloway towards London, Till he came to old Stratford & thence to Stepney & the Isle Of Leutha's Dogs, thence thro' the narrows of the River's side And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down The kennels of the streets & lanes as if they were abhorr'd. Every Universal Form was become barren mountains of Moral Virtue; and every Minute Particular harden'd into grains of sand: And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth & mire. Among the winding places of deep contemplation intricate, To where the Tower of London frown'd dreadful over Jerusalem;

A building of Luvah builded in Jerusalem's eastern gate to be His secluded Court: thence to Bethlehem where was builded Dens of despair in the house of bread ; enquiring in vain Of stones and rocks he took his way, for human form was none: And thus he spoke, looking on Albion's City with many tears. What shall I do? what could I do, if I could find these Criminals? I could not dare to take vengeance: for all things are so constructed And builded by the Divine hand that the sinner shall always escape, And he who takes vengeance alone is the criminal of Providence: If I should dare to lay my finger on a grain of sand In way of vengeance, I punish the already punish'd; O whom Should I pity if I pity not the sinner who is gone astray? O Albion, if thou takest vengeance, if thou revengest thy wrongs, Thou art for ever lost ! What can I do to hinder the Sons Of Albion from taking vengeance ? or how shall I them perswade ? So spoke Los, travelling thro' darkness & horrid solitude : And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster & Marybone, Among the ruins of the Temple; and Vala who is her Shadow. Jerusalem's Shadow bent northward over the Island white. At length he sat on London Stone, & heard Jerusalem's voice. Albion, I cannot be thy Wife, thine own Minute Particulars Belong to God alone, and all thy little ones are holy, They are of Faith & not of Demonstration:

wherefore is Vala Cloth'd in black mourning upon my river's currents? Vala awake! I hear thy shuttles sing in the sky, and round my limbs I feel the iron threads of love & jealousy & despair. Vala reply'd. Albion is mine! Luvah gave me to Albion, And now recieves reproach & hate. Was it not said of old, Set your Son before a man & he shall take you & your sons For slaves; but set your Daughter before a man & She Shall make him & his sons & daughters your slaves for ever. And is this Faith? Behold the strife of Albion & Luvah Is great in the east, their spears of blood rage in the eastern heaven. Urizen is the champion of Albion, they will slay my Luvah: And thou, O harlot daughter, daughter of despair, art all This cause of these shakings of my towers on Euphrates. Here is the House of Albion, & here is thy secluded place, And here we have found thy sins; & hence we turn thee forth, For all to avoid thee; to be astonish'd at thee for thy sins; Because thou art the impurity & the harlot; & thy children, Children of whoredoms; born for Sacrifice, for the meat & drink Offering: to sustain the glorious combat & the battle & war, That Man may be purified by the death of thy delusions. So saying she her dark threads cast over the trembling River, And over the valleys; from the hills of Hertfordshire to the hills Of Surrey across Middlesex, & across Albion's House Of Eternity; pale stood Albion at his eastern gate,

LEANING against the pillars, & his disease rose from his skirts: Upon the Precipice he stood; ready to fall into Non-Entity. Los was all astonishment & terror; he trembled sitting on the Stone Of London; but the interiors of Albion's fibres & nerves were hidden From Los; astonish'd he beheld only the petrified surfaces; And saw his Furnaces in ruins, for Los is the Demon of the Furnaces. He saw also the Four Points of Albion revers'd inwards: He siez'd his Hammer & Tongs, his iron Poker & his Bellows, Upon the valleys of Middlesex, Shouting loud for aid Divine. io In stern defiance came from Albion's bosom Hand, Hyle, Koban, Gwantolc, Peachey, Brertun, Slaid, Huttn, Skofeld, Kock, Kotope, Bowen; Albion's Sons; they bore him a golden couch into the porch, And on the Couch repos'd his limbs, trembling from the bloody field, Rearing their Druid Patriarchal rocky Temples around his limbs. (All thing[s] begin & end, in Albion's Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.)

TURNING his back to the Divine Vision, his Spectrous Chaos before his face appear'd; an Unformed Memory! Then spoke the Spectrous Chaos to Albion, dark'ning, cold, From the back & loins where dwell the Spectrous Dead : I am your Rational Power, O Albion, & that Human Form You call Divine, is but a Worm seventy inches long That creeps forth in a night & is dried in the morning sun, In fortuitous concourse of memorys accumulated & lost. It plows the Earth in its own conceit, it overwhelms the Hills io Beneath its winding labyrinths, till a stone of the brook Stops it in midst of its pride among its hills & rivers. Battersea & Chelsea mourn, London & Canterbury tremble, Their place shall not be found as the wind passes over. The ancient Cities of the Earth remove as a traveller, And shall Albion's Cities remain when I pass over them, With my deluge of forgotten remembrances over the tablet? So spoke the Spectre to Albion, he is the Great Selfhood Satan, Worship'd as God by the Mighty Ones of the Earth, Having a white Dot call'd a Center from which branches out A Circle in continual gyrations: this became a Heart From which sprang numerous branches varying their motions, Producing many Heads, three or seven or ten, & hands & feet, Innumerable at will of the unfortunate contemplator Who becomes his food: such is the way of the Devouring Power.

And this is the cause of the appearance in the frowning Chaos: Albion's Emanation which he had hidden in Jealousy Appear'd now in the frowning Chaos, prolific upon the Chaos, Reflecting back to Albion in Sexual Reasoning, Hermaphroditic. Albion spoke. Who art thou that appearest in gloomy pomp, Involving the Divine Vision in colours of autumn ripeness? I never saw thee till this time, nor beheld life abstracted Nor darkness immingled with light on my furrow'd field. Whence earnest thou? who art thou, O loveliest? the Divine Vision Is as nothing before thee, faded is all life and joy. Vala replied in clouds of tears Albion's garment embracing. I was a City & a Temple built by Albion's Children! I was a Garden planted with beauty, I allured on hill & valley The River of Life to flow against my walls & among my trees. Vala was Albion's Bride & Wife in great Eternity: The loveliest of the daughters of Eternity, when in day-break I emanated from Luvah over the Towers of Jerusalem, And in her Courts among her little Children, offering up The Sacrifice of fanatic love! why loved I Jerusalem? Why was I one with her embracing in the Vision of Jesus? Wherefore did I loving create love, which never yet Immingled God & Man, when thou & I hid the Divine Vision In cloud of secret gloom which behold involve me round about? Know me now Albion: look upon me, I alone am Beauty: The Imaginative Human Form is but a breathing of Vala: I breathe him forth into the Heaven from my secret Cave, Born of the Woman to obey the Woman, O Albion the mighty, For the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love

ELEVATE into the Region of Brotherhood with my red fires. Art thou Vala? replied Albion, image of my repose! O how I tremble! how my members pour down milky fear! A dewy garment covers me all over, all manhood is gone! At thy word & at thy look death enrobes me about From head to feet, a garment of death & eternal fear. Is not that Sun thy husband & that Moon thy glimmering Veil ? Are not the Stars of heaven thy Children? art thou not Babylon? Art thou Nature Mother of all ? is Jerusalem thy Daughter? Why have thou elevate inward, O dweller of outward chambers, From grot & cave beneath the Moon, dim region of death, Where I laid my Plow in the hot noon, where my hot team fed, Where implements of War are forged, the Plow to go over the Nations, In pain girding me round like a rib of iron in heaven: O Vala! In Eternity they neither marry nor are given in marriage. Albion the high Cliff of the Atlantic is become a barren Land. Los stood at his Anvil: he heard the contentions of Vala, He heav'd his thund'ring Bellows upon the valleys of Middlesex, He open'd his Furnaces before Vala; then Albion frown'd in anger On his Rock, ere yet the Starry Heavens were fled away From his awful Members; and thus Los cried aloud To the Sons of Albion & to Hand the eldest Son of Albion.

I hear the screech of Childbirth loud pealing, & the groans Of Death, in Albion's clouds dreadful utter 'd over all the Earth. What may Man be? who can tell! but what may Woman be, To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave ? There is a Throne in every Man, it is the Throne of God, This Woman has claim'd as her own & Man is no more! Albion is the Tabernacle of Vala & her Temple, And not the Tabernacle & Temple of the Most High. O Albion why wilt thou Create a Female Will? To hide the most evident God in a hidden covert, even In the shadows of a Woman, & a secluded Holy Place, That we may pry after him as after a stolen treasure, Hidden among the Dead & mured up from the paths of life. Hand! art thou not Reuben enrooting thyself into Bashan, Till thou remainest a vaporous Shadow in a Void? O Merlin! Unknown among the Dead where never before Existence came, Is this the Female Will O ye lovely Daughters of Albion, To Converse concerning Weight & Distance in the Wilds of Newton & Locke? So Los spoke standing on Mam-Tor, looking over Europe & Asia: The Graves thunder beneath his feet from Ireland to Japan. Reuben slept in Bashan like one dead, in the Valley, Cut off from Albion's mountains & from all the Earth's summits, Between Succoth & Zaretan beside the Stone of Bohan ;

While the Daughters of Albion divided Luvah into three Bodies. Los bended his Nostrils down to the Earth, then sent him over Jordan to the Land of the Hittite; every-one that saw him Fled! they fled at his horrible Form; they hid in caves And dens, they looked on one-another & became what they beheld. Reuben return'd to Bashan, in despair he slept on the Stone. Then Gwendolen divided into Rahab & Tirza in Twelve Portions Los rolled his Eyes into two narrow circles, then sent him Over Jordan; all terrified fled; they became what they beheld. If Perceptive Organs vary: Objects of Perception seem to vary: If the Perceptive Organs close : their Objects seem to close also. Consider this, O mortal Man: O worm of sixty winters, said Los, Consider Sexual Organization & hide thee in the dust.

THEN the Divine hand found the Two Limits, Satan and Adam, In Albion's bosom; for in every Human bosom those Limits stand. And the Divine voice came from the Furnaces, as multitudes without Number! the voices of the innumerable multitudes of Eternity: And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces, Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law, (In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,) And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love. Albion goes to Eternal Death: In Me all Eternity Must pass thro' condemnation, and awake beyond the Grave: individual can keep these Laws, for they are death To every energy of man, and forbid the springs of life. Albion hath enter'd the State Satan! Be permanent O State! And be thou for ever accursed! that Albion may arise again. And be thou created into a State! I go forth to Create States! to deliver Individuals evermore ! Amen. So spoke the voice from the Furnaces, descending into Non-Entity.

REUBEN return'd to his place, in vain he sought beautiful Tirzah, For his Eyelids were narrow'd, & his Nostrils scented the ground. And Sixty Winters Los raged in the Divisions of Reuben, Building the Moon of Ulro, plank by plank & rib by rib. Reuben slept in the Cave of Adam, and Los folded his Tongue Between Lips of mire & clay, then sent him forth over Jordan. In the love of Tirzah he said: Doubt is my food day & night. All that beheld him fled howling and gnawed their tongues For pain: they became what they beheld. In reasonings Reuben returned To Heshbon: disconsolate he walk'd thro' Moab & he stood Before the Furnaces of Los in a horrible dreamful slumber, On Mount Gilead looking toward Gilgal : and Los bended His Ear in a spiral circle outward; then sent him over Jordan. The Seven Nations fled before him, they became what they beheld: Hand, Hyle & Coban fled; they became what they beheld: Gwantock & Peachey hid in Damascus beneath Mount Lebanon, Brereton & Slade in Egypt, Hutton & Skofeld & Kox Fled over Chaldea in terror, in pains in every nerve, Kotope & Bowen became what they beheld, fleeing over the Earth: And the Twelve Female Emanations fled with them agonizing. Jerusalem trembled seeing her Children driv'n by Los's Hammer, In the visions of the dreams of Beulah, on the edge of Non-Entity. Hand stood between Reuben & Merlin, as the Reasoning Spectre Stands between the Vegetative Man & his Immortal Imagination.

And the Four Zoas clouded rage, East & West & North & South: They change their situations, in the Universal Man. Albion groans, he sees the Elements divide before his face, And England, who is Brittannia, divided into Jerusalem & Vala : And Urizen assumes the East, Luvah assumes the South, Is his dark Spectre ravening from his open Sepulcher. And the Four Zoas, who are the Four Eternal Senses of Man, Became Four Elements separating from the Limbs of Albion: These are their names in the Vegetative Generation. And Accident & Chance were found hidden in Length, Bredth & Highth: And they divided into Four ravening deathlike Forms, Fairies & Genii & Nymphs & Gnomes of the Elements: These are States Permanently Fixed by the Divine Power. The Atlantic Continent sunk round Albion's cliffy shore, And the Sea poured in amain upon the Giants of Albion, As Los bended the Senses of Reuben. Reuben is Merlin Exploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation, Redemption, & Judgment. And many of the Eternal Ones laughed after their manner: Have you known the Judgment that is arisen among the Zoas of Albion; where a Man dare hardly to embrace His own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they call By the name of Morality; their Daughters govern all In hidden deceit! they are Vegetable, only fit for burning. Art & Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty display 'd. Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death Said thus, What seems to Be; Is; To those to whom It seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadful Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be ; even of Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus. Amen. And Length, Bredth, Highth again Obey the Divine Vision. Hallelujah.

AND One stood forth from the Divine family & said: I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself! Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us? The Spectre is, in Giant Man, insane, and most deform'd. Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury! He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee: G And a Death of Eight thousand years forg'd by thyself, upon The point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with Laws Our Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delights. So Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albion's feet Again he join'd the Divine Body, following, merciful, While Albion fled more indignant: revengeful covering

HIS face and bosom with petrific hardness, and his hands And feet, lest any should enter his bosom & embrace His hidden heart: his Emanation wept & trembled within him: Uttering not his jealousy, but hiding it as with Iron and steel, dark and opake, with clouds & tempests brooding: His strong limbs shudder'd upon his mountains high and dark. Turning from Universal Love petrific as he went, His cold against the warmth of Eden rag'd with loud Thunders of deadly war (the fever of the human soul) Fires and clouds of rolling smoke! but, mild, the Saviour follow'd him, Displaying the Eternal Vision, the Divine Similitude, In loves and tears of brothers, sisters, sons, fathers and friends, Which if Man ceases to behold, he ceases to exist : / Saying, Albion! Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love, With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought: Mutual in one another's love and wrath all renewing We live as One Man: for contracting our infinite senses We behold multitude: or expanding, we behold as one. As One Man all the Universal Family: and that One Man We call Jesus the Christ: and he in us, and we in him, Live in perfect harmony in Eden the land of life, Giving, recieving, and forgiving each other's trespasses. He is the Good shepherd, he is the Lord and master: He is the Shepherd of Albion, he is all in all, In Eden:

in the garden of God: and in heavenly Jerusalem. If we have offended, forgive us, take not vengeance against us. Thus speaking, the Divine Family follow Albion: I see them in the Vision of God upon my pleasant valleys. I behold London ; a Human awful wonder of God ! He says, Return, Albion, return! I give myself for thee: My Streets are my Ideas of Imagination. Awake Albion, awake! and let us awake up together. My Houses are Thoughts; my Inhabitants, Affections, The children of my thoughts, walking within my blood-vessels, Shut from my nervous form which sleeps upon the verge of Beulah, In dreams of darkness, while my vegetating blood, in veiny pipes, Rolls dreadful thro' the Furnaces of Los, and the Mills of Satan. For Albion's sake, and for Jerusalem thy Emanation I give myself, and these my brethren give themselves for Albion. So spoke London, immortal Guardian! I heard in Lambeth's shades: In Felpham I heard and saw the Visions of Albion: I write in South Molton Street, what I both see and hear, In regions of Humanity, in London's opening streets. I see thee, awful Parent Land, in light, behold I see! Verulam! Canterbury! venerable parent of men, ^Generous immortal Guardian golden clad! for Cities Are Men, fathers of multitudes, and Rivers & Mountains Are also Men; every thing is Human, mighty! sublime! In every bosom a Universe expands, as wings Let down at will around, ahd call'd the Universal Tent.

York, crown'd with loving kindness: Edinburgh, cloth'd With fortitude as with a garment of immortal texture, Woven in looms of Eden, in spiritual deaths of mighty men Who give themselves, in Golgotha, Victims to Justice; where There is in Albion a Gate of precious stones and gold, Seen only by Emanations, by vegetations, viewless, Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde Park To Tyburn's deathful shades, admits the wandering souls Of multitudes who die from Earth : this Gate cannot be found

BY Satan's Watch-fiends: tho' they search numbering every grain Of sand on Earth every night, they never find this Gate. It is the Gate of Los. Withoutside is the Mill, intricate, dreadful And fill'd with cruel tortures: but no mortal man can find the Mill Of Satan in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years, For Human beauty knows it not: nor can Mercy find it! But In the Fourth region of Humanity, Urthona nam'd, Mortality begins to roll the billows of Eternal Death Before the Gate of Los: Urthona here is named Los, And here begins the System of Moral Virtue, named Rahab. Albion fled thro' the Gate of Los, and he stood in the Gate. Los was the friend of Albion who most lov'd him. In Cambridgeshire His eternal station, he is the twenty-eighth, & is four-fold. Seeing Albion had turn'd his back against the Divine Vision, Los said to Albion. Whither fleest thou? Albion reply'd. I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of death Hover within me & beneath, and spreading themselves outside Like rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe: Will none accompany me in my death? or be a Ransom for me In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feet Bound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, death's iron gloves. God hath forsaken me, & my friends are become a burden, A weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me. ^S Los answered, troubled, and his soul was rent in twain : Must the Wise die for an Atonement? does Mercy endure Atonement? No! It is Moral Severity, & destroys Mercy in its Victim. So speaking not yet infected with the Error & Illusion

LOS shudder'd at beholding Albion, for his disease Arose upon him pale and ghastly: and he call'd around The friends of Albion: trembling at the sight of Eternal Death The four appear'd with their Emanations in fiery Chariots: black their fires roll, beholding Albion's House of Eternity. Damp couch the flames beneath, and silent, sick, stand shuddering Before the Porch of sixteen pillars: weeping every one Descended and fell down upon their knees round Albion's knees, Swearing the Oath of God! with awful voice of thunders round Upon the hills & valleys, and the cloudy Oath roll'd far and wide. Albion is sick! said every Valley, every mournful Hill And every River: our brother Albion is sick to death. He hath leagued himself with robbers: he hath studied the arts Of unbelief: Envy hovers over him: his Friends are his abhorrence: Those who give their lives for him are despised: Those who devour his soul, are taken into his bosom: To destroy his Emanation is their intention. Arise! awake, O Friends of the Giant Albion! They have perswaded him of horrible falshoods: They have sown errors over all his fruitful fields! The Twenty-four heard! they came trembling on wat'ry chariots, Borne by the Living Creatures of the third procession Of Human Majesty: the Living Creatures wept aloud as they Went along Albion's roads, till they arriv'd at Albion's House. O! how the torments of Eternal Death waited on Man: And the loud-rending bars of the Creation ready to burst:

That the wide world might fly from its hinges, & the immortal mansion Of Man for ever be possess'd by monsters of the deeps: And Man himself become a Fiend, wrap'd in an endless curse, Consuming and consum'd for-ever in flames of Moral Justice. For had the Body of Albion fall'n down, and from its dreadful ruins Let loose the enormous Spectre on the darkness of the deep, At enmity with the Merciful & fill'd with devouring fire, A nether-world must have recieved the foul enormous spirit, Under pretence of Moral Virtue, fill'd with Revenge and Law. There to eternity chain'd down, and issuing in red flames And curses, with his mighty arms brandish'd against the heavens: Breathing cruelty blood & vengeance, gnashing his teeth with pain, Torn with black storms, & ceaseless torrents of his own consuming fire: Within his breast his mighty Sons chain'd down & fill'd with cursings: And his dark Eon, that once fair crystal form divinely clear, Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire. But, glory to the Merciful One, for he is of tender mercies! And the Divine Family wept over him as One Man. And these the Twenty-four in whom the Divine Family Appear'd; and they were One in Him. A Human Vision! Human Divine, Jesus the Saviour, blessed for ever and ever. Selsey, true friend! who afterwards submitted to be devotir'd By the waves of Despair, whose Emanation rose above The flood, and was nam'd Chichester, lovely mild & gentle!

Lo! Her lambs bleat to the seafowls' cry, lamenting still for Albion. Submitting to be call'd the son of Los the terrible vision, Winchester stood devoting himself for Albion: his tents Outspread with abundant riches, and his Emanations Submitting to be call'd Enitharmon's daughters, and be born In vegetable mould : created by the Hammer and Loom In Bowlahoola & Allamanda where the Dead wail night & day. (I call them by their English names; English, the rough basement. Los built the stubborn structure of the Language, acting against Albion's melancholy, who must else have been a Dumb despair.) 1 Gloucester and Exeter and Salisbury and Bristol; and benevolent Bath,

BATH who is Legions; he is the Seventh, the physician and The poisoner; the best and worst in Heaven and Hell; Whose Spectre first assimilated with Luvah in Albion's mountains. A triple octave he took, to reduce Jerusalem to twelve, To cast Jerusalem forth upon the wilds to Poplar & Bow, To Maiden & Canterbury in the delights of cruelty: The Shuttles of death sing in the sky to Islington & Pancrass, Round Marybone to Tyburn's River, weaving black melancholy as a net, And despair as meshes closely wove over the west of London, Where mild Jerusalem sought to repose in death & be no more. She fled to Lambeth's mild Vale and hid herself beneath The Surrey Hills where Rephaim terminates; her Sons are siez'd For victims of sacrifice; but Jerusalem cannot be found; Hid By the Daughters of Beulah, gently snatch'd away, and hid in Beulah. There is a Green of Sand in Lambeth that Satan cannot find, Nor can his Watch Fiends find it; 'tis translucent & has many Angles, But he who finds it will find Oothoon's palace, for within, Opening into Beulah, every angle is a lovely heaven. But should the Watch Fiends find it, they would call it Sin, And lay its Heavens & their inhabitants in blood of punishment. Here Jerusalem & Vala were hid in soft slumberous repose, Hid from the terrible East, shut up in the South & West. The Twenty-eight trembled in Death's dark caves, in cold despair They kneel'd around the Couch of Death in deep humiliation And tortures of self condemnation while their Spectres rag'd within. The Four Zoas in terrible combustion clouded rage, Drinking the shuddering fears & loves of Albion's Families, Destroying by selfish affections the things that they most admire, Drinking & eating, & pitying & weeping, as at a tragic scene, The soul drinks murder & revenge, & applauds its own holiness. They saw Albion endeavouring to destroy their Emanations.

THUS Albion sat, studious of others in his pale disease; Brooding on evil; but when Los open'd the Furnaces before him, He saw that the accursed things were his own affections, And his own beloveds: then he turn'd sick: his soul died within him. Also Los sick & terrified beheld the Furnaces of Death, And must have died, but the Divine Saviour descended Among the infant loves & affections, and the Divine Vision wept Like evening dew on every herb upon the breathing ground. Albion spoke in his dismal dreams : O thou deceitful friend, io Worshipping mercy & beholding thy friend in such affliction: Los ! thou now discoverest thy turpitude to the heavens. I demand righteousness & justice. O thou ingratitude! Give me my Emanations back, food for my dying soul: My daughters are harlots: my sons are accursed before me. Enitharmon is my daughter: accursed with a father's curse: O! I have utterly been wasted: I have given my daughters to devils. So spoke Albion in gloomy majesty, and deepest night Of Ulro roll'd round his skirts from Dover to Cornwall. Los answer'd. Righteousness & justice I give thee in return For thy righteousness; but I add mercy also, and bind Thee from destroying these little ones; am I to be only Merciful to thee and cruel to all that thou hatest? Thou wast the Image of God surrounded by the Four Zoas. Three thou hast slain:

I am the Fourth, thou canst not destroy me. Thou art in Error; trouble me not with thy righteousness. I have innocence to defend and ignorance to instruct: I have no time for seeming, and little arts of compliment, In morality and virtue: in self-glorying and pride. There is a limit of Opakeness, and a limit of Contraction ; In every Individual Man, and the limit of Opakeness, Is named Satan; and the limit of Contraction is named Adam. But when Man sleeps in Beulah, the Saviour in Mercy takes Contraction's Limit, and of the Limit he forms Woman; That Himself may in process of time be born Man to redeem. But there is no Limit of Expansion; there is no Limit of Translucence, In the bosom of Man for ever from eternity to eternity. Therefore I break thy bonds of righteousness; I crush thy messengers; That they may not crush me and mine; do thou be righteous, And I will return it; otherwise I defy thy worst revenge; Consider me as thine enemy: on me turn all thy fury: But destroy not these little ones, nor mock the Lord's anointed: Destroy not, by Moral Virtue, the little ones whom he hath chosen; The little ones whom he hath chosen in preference to thee. He hath cast thee off for ever; the little ones he hath anointed! Thy Selfhood is for ever accursed from the Divine presence. So Los spoke:

then turn'd his face & wept for Albion. Albion replied. Go, Hand & Hyle! sieze the abhorred friend: As you have siez'd the Twenty-four rebellious ingratitudes: To atone for you, for spiritual death ; Man lives by deaths of Men. Bring him to justice before heaven here upon London stone, Between Blackheath & Hounslow, between Norwood & Finchley. All that they have is mine: from my free gen'rous gift, They now hold all they have; ingratitude to me, To me their benefactor calls aloud for vengeance deep. Los stood before his Furnaces awaiting the fury of the Dead; And the Divine hand was upon him, strengthening him mightily. The Spectres of the Dead cry out from the deeps beneath Upon the hills of Albion; Oxford groans in his iron furnace, Winchester in his den & cavern: they lament against Albion; they curse their human kindness & affection, They rage like wild beasts in the forests of affliction, In the dreams of Ulro they repent of their human kindness. Come up, build Babylon, Rahab is ours & all her multitudes With her, in pomp and glory of victory. Depart, Ye twenty-four, into the deeps; let us depart to glory! Their Human majestic Forms sit up upon their Couches Of death: they curb their Spectres as with iron curbs: They enquire after Jerusalem in the regions of the dead, With the voices of dead men, low, scarcely articulate, And with tears cold on their cheeks they weary repose.

O when shall the morning of the grave appear, and when Shall our salvation come? we sleep upon our watch, We cannot awake; and our Spectres rage in the forests, O God of Albion where art thou; pity the watchers! Thus mourn they. Loud the Furnaces of Los thunder upon The clouds of Europe & Asia, among the Serpent Temples. And Los drew his Seven Furnaces around Albion's Altars: And as Albion built his frozen Altars, Los built the Mundane Shell, In the Four Regions of Humanity, East & West & North & South, Till Norwood & Finchley & Blackheath & Hounslow, cover' d the whole Earth. This is the Net & Veil of Vala, among the Souls of the Dead.

THEY saw their Wheels rising up poisonous against Albion. Urizen, cold & scientific; Luvah, pitying & weeping; Tharmas, indolent & sullen; Urthona, doubting & despairing; Victims to one another & dreadfully plotting against each other To prevent Albion walking about in the Four Complexions. They saw America clos'd out by the Oaks of the western shore: And Tharmas dash'd on the Rocks of the Altars of Victims in Mexico. If we are wrathful Albion will destroy Jerusalem with rooty Groves, If we are merciful, ourselves must suffer destruction on his Oaks: Why should we enter into our Spectres, to behold our own corruptions? O God of Albion, descend! deliver Jerusalem from the Oaken Groves! Then Los grew furious raging: Why stand we here trembling around Calling on God for help; and not ourselves in whom God dwells Stretching a hand to save the falling Man: are we not Four Beholding Albion upon the Precipice ready to fall into Non-Entity: Seeing these Heavens & Hells conglobing in the Void. Heavens over Hells Brooding in holy hypocritic lust, drinking the cries of pain From howling victims of Law: building Heavens Twenty-seven-fold. Swell'd & bloated General Forms, repugnant to the DivineHumanity, who is the Only General and Universal Form, To which all Lineaments tend & seek with love & sympathy, All broad & general principles belong to benevolence, Who protects minute particulars, every one in their own identity. But here the affectionate touch of the tongue is clos'd in by deadly teeth, And the soft smile of friendship & the open dawn of benevolence Become a net & a trap, & every energy render'd cruel, Till the existence of friendship & benevolence is denied:

The wine of the Spirit & the vineyards of the Holy-One Here turn into poisonous stupor & deadly intoxication, That they may be condemn'd by Law & the Lamb of God be slain. And the two Sources of Life in Eternity, Hunting and War, Are become the Sources of dark & bitter Death & of corroding Hell: The open heart is shut up in integuments of frozen silence That the spear that lights it forth may shatter the ribs & bosom. A pretence of Art, to destroy Art, a pretence of Liberty To destroy Liberty, a pretence of Religion to destroy Religion. Oshea and Caleb fight: they contend in the valleys of (of) Peor, In the terrible Family Contentions of those who love each other: The Armies of Balaam weep — no women come to the field : Dead corses lay before them, & not as in Wars of old. For the Soldier who fights for Truth, calls his enemy his brother: They fight & contend for life, & not for eternal death! But here the Soldier strikes, & a dead corse falls at his feet, Nor Daughter nor Sister nor Mother come forth to embosom the Slain ! But Death! Eternal Death! remains in the Valleys of Peor. The English are scatter'd over the face of the Nations: are these » Jerusalem's children? Hark! hear the Giants of Albion cry at night. We smell the blood of the English!

we delight in their blood on our Altars: The living & the dead shall be ground in our rumbling Mills For bread of the Sons of Albion: of the Giants Hand & Scofield. Scofeld & Kox are let loose upon my Saxons! they accumulate A World in which Man is by his Nature the Enemy of Man, In pride of Selfhood unwieldy stretching out into Non Entity, Generalizing Art & Science till Art & Science is lost. Bristol & Bath, listen to my words, & ye Seventeen: give ear! It is easy to acknowledge a man to be great & good while we Derogate from him in the trifles & small articles of that goodness: Those alone are his friends, who admire his minutest powers. Instead of Albion's lovely mountains & the curtains of Jerusalem, I see a Cave, a Rock, a Tree deadly and poisonous, unimaginative: Instead of the Mutual Forgivenesses, the Minute Particulars, I see Pits of bitumen ever burning, artificial Riches of the Canaanite Like Lakes of liquid lead, instead of heavenly Chapels, built By our dear Lord: I see Worlds crusted with snows & ice: I see a Wicker Idol woven round Jerusalem's children. I see The Canaanite, the Amalekite, the Moabite, the Egyptian: By Demonstrations the cruel Sons of Quality & Negation, Driven on the Void in incoherent despair into Non Entity. I see America clos'd apart, & Jerusalem driven in terror Away from Albion's mountains, far away from London's spires:

I will not endure this thing: I alone withstand to death, This outrage! Ah me! how sick & pale you all stand round me! Ah me! pitiable ones! do you also go to death's vale? All you my Friends & Brothers, all you my beloved Companions: Have you also caught the infection of Sin & stern Repentance? I see Disease arise upon you! yet speak to me and give Me some comfort! why do you all stand silent? I alone Remain in permanent strength. Or is all this goodness & pity, only That you may take the greater vengeance in your Sepulcher? So Los spoke. Pale they stood around the House of Death : In the midst of temptations & despair: among the rooted Oaks: Among reared Rocks of Albion's Sons: at length they rose

WITH one accord in love sublime, & as on Cherubs' wings They Albion surround with kindest violence to bear him back Against his will thro' Los's Gate to Eden : Four-fold, loud, Their Wings waving over the bottomless Immense: to bear 5° Their awful charge back to his native home: but Albion, dark, Repugnant, roll'd his Wheels backward into Non-Entity. Loud roll the Starry Wheels of Albion into the World of Death: And all the Gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding from Albion's dread Wheels, stretching out spaces immense between, That every little particle of light & air became Opake, Black & immense, a Rock of difficulty & a Cliff Of black despair: that the immortal Wings labour'd against Cliff after Cliff, & over Valleys of despair & death: The narrow Sea between Albion & the Atlantic Continent, Its waves of pearl became a boundless Ocean bottomless, Of grey obscurity, fill'd with clouds & rocks & whirling waters, And Albion's Sons ascending & descending in the horrid Void. But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of Divine Power: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime, The Family Divine hover around the darkened Albion. Such is the nature of the Ulro : that whatever enters, Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born. From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath Albion, In dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation, Forming a Sexual Machine, an Aged Virgin Form, In Erin's Land toward the north, joint after joint, & burning In love & jealousy immingled & calling it Religion.

And feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated Los, Conjuring him by the Highest that he should watch over them Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to Los Naming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah. Strucken with Albion's disease they become what they behold: They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion: Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep. The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of Death, Before the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non Entity, Among the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion. Man is adjoin'd to Man by his Emanative portion, Who is Jerusalem in every individual Man: and her Shadow is Vala, builded by the Reasoning power in Man. O search & see ; turn your eyes upward : open, O thou World Of Love & Harmony in Man: expand thy ever lovely Gates. They wept into the deeps a little space: at length was heard The voice of Bath, faint as the voice of the Dead in the House of Death,

BATH, healing City! whose wisdom, in midst of Poetic Fervor, mild spoke thro' the Western Porch, in soft gentle tears. O Albion, mildest Son of Eden! clos'd is thy Western Gate. Brothers of Eternity: this Man whose great example We all admir'd & lov'd, whose all benevolent countenance, seen In Eden, in lovely Jerusalem, drew even from envy The tear: and the confession of honesty, open & undisguis'd, From mistrust and suspition. The Man is himself become A piteous example of oblivion. To teach the Sons Of Eden, that however great and glorious, however loving And merciful the Individuality; however high Our palaces and cities, and however fruitful are our fields In Selfhood, we are nothing: but fade away in morning's breath. Our mildness is nothing: the greatest mildness we can use Is incapable and nothing: none but the Lamb of God can heal This dread disease: none but Jesus: O Lord, descend and save. Albion's Western Gate is clos'd: his death is coming apace: Jesus alone can save him: for alas, we none can know ^How soon his lot may be our own. When Africa in sleep Rose in the night of Beulah, and bound down the Sun & Moon, His friends cut his strong chains, & overwhelm'd his dark Machines in fury & destruction, and the Man reviving repented. He wept before his wrathful brethren, thankful & considerate For their well timed wrath. But Albion's sleep is not Like Africa's:

and his machines are woven with his life. /'Nothing but mercy can save him! nothing but mercy, interposing Lest he should slay Jerusalem in his fearful jealousy. O God, descend! gather our brethren, deliver Jerusalem! But that we may omit no office of the friendly spirit, Oxford, take thou these leaves of the Tree of Life: with eloquence, That thy immortal tongue inspires, present them to Albion: Perhaps he may recieve them, offer 'd from thy loved hands. S" So spoke, unheard by Albion, the merciful Son of Heaven To those whose Western Gates were open, as they stood weeping Around Albion: but Albion heard him not: obdurate, hard, He frown'd on all his Friends, counting them enemies in his sorrow. And the Seventeen conjoining with Bath, the Seventh, In whom the other Ten shone manifest, a Divine Vision! Assimilated and embrac'd Eternal Death for Albion's sake. And these the names of the Eighteen combining with those Ten.

BATH, mild Physician of Eternity, mysterious power Whose springs are unsearchable & knowledge infinite. Hereford, ancient Guardian of Wales, whose hands Builded the mountain palaces of Eden, stupendous works! Lincoln, Durham & Carlisle, Councellors of Los, And Ely, Scribe of Los, whose pen no other hand Dare touch: Oxford, immortal Bard; with eloquence Divine, he wept over Albion, speaking the words of God In mild perswasion : bringing leaves of the Tree of Life. Thou art in Error, Albion, the Land of Ulro: One Error not remov'd, will destroy a human Soul. Repose in Beulah's night, till the Error is remov'd: Reason not on both sides. Repose upon our bosoms Till the Plow of Jehovah, and the Harrow of Shaddai, Have passed over the Dead, to awake the Dead to Judgment. But Albion turn'd away refusing comfort. Oxford trembled while he spoke, then fainted in the arms Of Norwich, Peterboro, Rochester, Chester awful, Worcester, Litchfield, Saint David's, Landaff, Asaph, Bangor, Sodor, Bowing their heads devoted: and the Furnaces of Los Began to rage, thundering loud the storms began to roar Upon the Furnaces, and loud the Furnaces rebellow beneath. And these the Four in whom the twenty-four appear'd fourfold: Verulam, London, York, Edinburgh, mourning one towards another. Alas! — The time will come, when a man's worst enemies Shall be those of his own house and family: in a Religion Of Generation, to destroy by Sin and Atonement happy Jerusalem, The Bride and Wife of the Lamb. O God, thou art Not an Avenger!

FROM Camberwell to Highgate where the mighty Thames shudders along, Where Los's Furnaces stand, where Jerusalem & Vala howl: Luvah tore forth from Albion's Loins, in fibrous veins, in rivers Of blood over Europe: a Vegetating Root in grinding pain, Animating the Dragon Temples soon to become that Holy Fiend The Wicker Man of Scandinavia, in which cruelly consumed The Captives rear'd to heaven howl in flames among the stars. Loud the cries of War on the Rhine & Danube, with Albion's Sons. Away from Beulah's hills & vales break forth the Souls of the Dead, With cymbal, trumpet, clarion, & the scythed chariots of Britain. And the Veil of Vala is composed of the Spectres of the Dead. Hark! the mingling cries of Luvah with the Sons of Albion. Hark! & Record the terrible wonder! that the Punisher Mingles with his Victim's Spectre, enslaved & tormented To him whom he has murder'd, bound in vengeance & enmity. Shudder not, but Write, & the hand of God will assist you ! Therefore I write Albion's last words. Hope is banish'd from me.

THESE were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his arms Reciev'd him, in the arms of tender mercy, and repos'd The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality Upon the Rock of Ages. Then, surrounded with a Cloud, In silence the Divine Lord builded, with immortal labour, Of gold & jewels a sublime Ornament, a Couch of repose, With Sixteen pillars: canopied with emblems & written verse, Spiritual Verse, order'd & measur'd, from whence time shall reveal The Five books of the Decalogue, the books of Joshua & Judges, Samuel, a double book, & Kings, a double book, the Psalms & Prophets, The Four-fold Gospel, and the Revelations everlasting. Eternity groan'd & was troubled, at the image of Eternal Death! Beneath the bottoms of the Graves, which is Earth's central joint, There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true: (To protect from the Giant blows in the sports of intellect, Thunder in the midst of kindness, & love that kills its beloved: Because Death is for a period, and they renew tenfold,) From this sweet Place Maternal Love awoke Jerusalem: With pangs she forsook Beulah's pleasant lovely shadowy Universe Where no dispute can come: created for those who Sleep. Weeping was in all Beulah, and all the Daughters of Beulah Wept for their Sister the Daughter of Albion, Jerusalem: When out of Beulah the Emanation of the Sleeper descended, With solemn mourning out of Beulah's moony shades and hills, Within the Human Heart, whose Gates closed with solemn sound.

And this the manner of the terrible Separation. The Emanations of the grievously afflicted Friends of Albion Concenter in one Female form, an Aged pensive Woman. Astonish'd, lovely, embracing the sublime shade, the Daughters of Beulah Beheld her with wonder! With awful hands she took A Moment of Time, drawing it out with many tears & afflictions And many sorrows: oblique across the Atlantic Vale, Which is the Vale of Rephaim dreadful from East to West, Where the Human Harvest waves abundant in the beams of Eden: Into a Rainbow of jewels and gold, a mild Reflection from Albion's dread Tomb. Eight thousand and five hundred years In its extension. Every two hundred years has a door to Eden. She also took an Atom of Space, with dire pain opening it a Center Into Beulah: trembling the Daughters of Beulah dried Her tears, she ardent embrac'd her sorrows, occupied in labours Of sublime mercy in Rephaim's Vale. Perusing Albion's Tomb She sat: she walk'd among the ornaments solemn mourning. The Daughters attended her shudderings, wiping the death sweat. Los also saw her in his seventh Furnace, he also terrified Saw the finger of God go forth upon his seventh Furnace, Away from the Starry Wheels to prepare Jerusalem a place. When with a dreadful groan the Emanation mild of Albion Burst from his bosom in the Tomb like a pale snowy cloud, Female and lovely, struggling to put off the Human form, Writhing in pain.

The Daughters of Beulah in kind arms reciev'd Jerusalem: weeping over her among the Spaces of Erin, In the Ends of Beulah, where the Dead wail night & day. And thus Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah, in soft tears. Albion the Vortex of the Dead! Albion the Generous! Albion the mildest son of Heaven! The Place of Holy Sacrifice! Where Friends Die for each other: will become the Place Of Murder, & Unforgiving, Never-awaking Sacrifice of Enemies. The Children must be sacrific'd! (a horror never known Till now in Beulah,) unless a Refuge can be found To hide them from the wrath of Albion's Law that freezes sore Upon his Sons & Daughters, self-exiled from his bosom. Draw ye Jerusalem away from Albion's Mountains To give a Place for Redemption, let Sihon and Og Remove Eastward to Bashan and Gilead, and leave

THE secret coverts of Albion & the hidden places of America. Jerusalem! Jerusalem 1 why wilt thou turn away? Come ye O Daughters of Beulah, lament for Og & Sihon, Upon the Lakes of Ireland from Rathlen to Baltimore: Stand ye upon the Dargle from Wicklow to Drogheda, Come & mourn over Albion the White Cliff of the Atlantic, The Mountain of Giants: all the Giants of Albion are become Weak, wither'd, darken'd: & Jerusalem is cast forth from Albion. They deny that they ever knew Jerusalem, or ever dwelt in Shiloh. The Gigantic roots & twigs of the vegetating Sons of Albion Fill'd with the little-ones are consumed in the Fires of their Altars. The vegetating Cities are burned & consumed from the Earth. And the Bodies in which all Animals & Vegetations, the Earth & Heaven, Were contain'd in All Glorious Imagination are wither'd & darken'd: The golden Gate of Havilah, and all the Garden of God, Was caught up with the Sun in one day of fury and war: The Lungs, the Heart, the Liver, shrunk away far distant from Man And left a little slimy substance floating upon the tides. In one night the Atlantic Continent was caught up with the Moon, And became an Opake Globe far distant clad with moony beams. The Visions of Eternity, by reason of narrowed perceptions, Are become weak Visions of Time & Space, fix'd into furrows of death: Till deep dissimulation is the only defence an honest man has left.

O Polypus of Death, O Speclre over Europe and Asia, Withering the Human Form by Laws of Sacrifice for Sin, By Laws of Chastity & Abhorrence I am wither'd up, Striving to Create a Heaven in which all shall be pure & holy In their Own Selfhoods, in Natural Selfish Chastity: to banish Pity And dear Mutual Forgiveness: & to become One Great Satan Inslav'd to the most powerful Selfhood: to murder the Divine Humanity In whose sight all are as the dust & who chargeth his Angels with folly! Ah! weak &. wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form! -^Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground! The Eye of Man, a little narrow orb, clos'd up & dark, Scarcely beholding the Great Light, conversing with the ground: The Ear, a little shell, in small volutions shutting out True Harmonies, & comprehending great, as very small: The Nostrils, bent down to the earth & clos'd with senseless flesh, That odours cannot them expand, nor joy on them exult: The Tongue, a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys, A little sound it utters, & its cries are faintly heard, "icrefore they are removed: therefore they have taken root In Egypt & Philistea: in Moab & Edom & Aram: In the Erythrean Sea their Uncircumcision in Heart & Loins Be lost for ever & ever, then they shall arise from Self By Self Annihilation into Jerusalem's Courts & into Shiloh, Shiloh, the Masculine Emanation among the flowers of Beulah Lo, Shiloh dwells over France, as Jerusalem dwells over Albion.