Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion

Build & prepare a Wall & Curtain for America's shore! Rush on! Rush on! Rush on! ye vegetating Sons of Albion ! The Sun shall go before you in Day: the Moon shall go Before you in Night. Come on! Come on! Come on! The Lord Jehovah is before, behind, above, beneath, around. He has builded the arches of Albion's Tomb, binding the Stars In merciful Order, bending the Laws of Cruelty to Peace. He hath placed Og & Anak, the Giants of Albion, for their Guards: Building the Body of Moses in the Valley of Peor: the Body Of Divine Analogy : and Og & Sihon in the tears of Balaam, The Son of Beor, have given their power to Joshua & Caleb. Remove from Albion, far remove these terrible surfaces. They are beginning to form Heavens & Hells in immense Circles: the Hells for food to the Heavens: food of torment, Food of despair: they drink the condemnd Soul & rejoice In cruel holiness, in their Heavens of Chastity & Uncircumcision. Yet they are blameless & Iniquity must be imputed only To the State they are enter'd into that they may be deliver 'd: Satan is the State of Death, & not a Human existence: But Luvah is named Satan, because he has enter'd that State. A World where Man is by Nature the Enemy of Man, Because the Evil is Created into a State, that Men May be deliver'd time after time, evermore.

Amen. Learn therefore, O Sisters, to distinguish the Eternal Human That walks about among the stones of fire, in bliss & woe Alternate, from those States or Worlds in which the Spirit travels: This is the only means to Forgiveness of Enemies. Therefore remove from Albion these terrible Surfaces And let wild seas & rocks close up Jerusalem away from

THE Atlantic Mountains where Giants dwelt in Intellect: Now given to stony Druids, and Allegoric Generation, To the Twelve Gods of Asia, the Spectres of those who Sleep: Sway'd by a Providence oppos'd to the Divine Lord Jesus: A murderous Providence! A Creation that groans, living on Death, Where Fish & Bird & Beast & Man & Tree & Metal & Stone Live by Devouring, going into Eternal Death continually! Albion is now possess'd by the War of Blood! the Sacrifice Of envy Albion is become, and his Emanation cast out: Come Lord Jesus, Lamb of God descend! for if, O Lord! If thou hadst been here, our brother Albion had not died. Arise sisters! Go ye & meet the Lord, while I remain. Behold the foggy mornings of the Dead on Albion's cliffs: Ye know that if the Emanation remains in them She will become an Eternal Death, an Avenger of Sin, A Self-righteousness: the proud Virgin-Harlot! Mother of War! And we also, & all Beulah, consume beneath Albion's curse. So Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah. Shuddering With their wings they sat in the Furnace, in a night Of stars, for all the Sons of Albion appear'd distant stars, Ascending and descending into Albion's sea of death. And Erin's lovely Bow enclos'd the Wheels of Albion's Sons. Expanding on wing, the Daughters of Beulah replied in sweet response. Come, O thou Lamb of God, and take away the remembrance of Sin. To Sin & to hide the Sin in sweet deceit, is lovely! To Sin in the open face of day is cruel & pitiless! But To record the Sin for a reproach: to let the Sun go down In a remembrance of the Sin; is a Woe & a Horror, A brooder of an Evil Day, and a Sun rising in blood! Come then, O Lamb of God, and take away the remembrance of Sin.

(The Spiritual States of Rahab is an] ^^ T^TTC r»T7TCTc ] the Soul are all Eternal: — , „. }- 1 U 1 rial, JJlilo 1 o. -( -r*. . .. -77 , Eternal State. } \Distingutsn between the [Man, &f his present State. HE never can be a Friend to the Human Race who is the Preacher of Natural Morality or Natural Religion, he is a flatterer who means to betray, to perpetuate Tyrant Pride & the Laws of that Babylon which he foresees shall shortly be destroyed, with the Spiritual and not the Natural Sword : He is in the State named Rahab: which State must be put off before he can be the Friend of Man. You, O Deists, profess yourselves the Enemies of Christianity: and you are so: you are also the Enemies of the Human Race & of Universal Nature. Man is born a Spectre or Satan, & is altogether an Evil, & requires a New Selfhood continually, & must continually be changed into his direct Contrary. But your Greek Philosophy (which is a remnant of Druidism) teaches that Man is Righteous in his Vegetated Spectre: an Opinion of fatal & accursed consequence to Man, as the Ancients saw plainly by Revelation, to the intire abrogation of Experimental Theory, and many believed what they saw, and Prophecied of Jesus. Man must & will have Some Religion: if he has not the Religion of Jesus, he will have the Religion of Satan, & will erect the Synagogue of Satan, calling the Prince of this World, God:

and destroying all who do not worship Satan under the Name of God. Will any one say, Where are those who worship Satan under the Name of God? Where are they? Listen! Every Religion that Preaches Vengeance for Sin is the Religion of the Enemy & Avenger: and not of the Forgiver of Sin: and their God is Satan, Named by the Divine Name. Your Religion, O Deists! Deism, is the Worship of the God of this World by the means of what you call Natural Religion and Natural Philosophy, and of Natural Morality or SelfRighteousness, the Selfish Virtues of the Natural Heart. This was the Religion of the Pharisees who murder'd Jesus. Deism is the same & ends in the same. . Voltaire, Rousseau, Gibbon, Hume, charge the Spiritually Religious with Hypocrisy! but how a Monk, or a Methodist either, can be a Hypocrite, I cannot conceive. We are Men of like passions with others & pretend not to be holier than others: therefore, when a Religious Man falls into Sin, he ought not to be call'd a Hypocrite; this title is more properly to be given to a Player who falls into Sin; whose profession is Virtue & Morality & the making Men Self-Righteous. Foote in calling Whitefield, Hypocrite, was himself one: for Whitefield pretended not to be holier than others: but confessed his Sins before all the World. Voltaire! Rousseau! You cannot escape my charge that you are Pharisees & Hypocrites, for you are constantly talking of the Virtues of the Human Heart, and particularly of your own, that you may accuse others & especially the Religious, whose errors you, by this display of pretended Virtue, chiefly design to expose.

Rousseau thought Men Good by Nature: he found them Evil & found no friend. Friendship cannot exist without forgiveness of sins continually. The Book written by Rousseau call'd his Confessions is an apology & cloke for his sin & not a confession. But you also charge the poor Monks & Religious with being the causes of War; while you acquit & flatter the Alexanders & Caesars, the Lewis's &• Fredericks, who alone are its causes & its actors. But the Religion of Jesus, Forgiveness of Sin, can never be the cause of a War nor of a single Martyrdom. Those who Martyr others or who cause War are Deists, but never can be Forgivers of Sin. The Glory of Christianity is, To Conquer by Forgiveness. All the Destruction, therefore, in Christian Europe has arisen from Deism, which is Natural Religion. I saw a Monk of Charlemaine Arise before my sight: I talk'd with the Grey Monk as we stood In beams of infernal light. Gibbon arose with a lash of steel, And Voltaire with a wracking wheel : The Schools in clouds of learning roll'd Arose with War in iron & gold. Thou lazy Monk, they sound afar, In vain condemning glorious War, And in your Cell you shall ever dwell: Rise, War, & bind him in his Cell. The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side, His hands & feet were wounded wide, His body bent, his arms & knees Like to the roots of ancient trees.

When Satan first the black bow bent And the Moral Law from the Gospel rent, He forg'd the Law into a Sword And spill'd the blood of mercy's Lord. 7s Titus! Constantine! Charlemaine! O Voltaire! Rousseau! Gibbon! Vain Your Grecian Mocks & Roman Sword Against this image of his Lord! For a Tear is an Intellectual thing: And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King : And the bitter groan of a Martyr's woe Is an Arrow from the Almightie's Bow.

BUT Los, who is the Vehicular Form of strong Urthona, Wept vehemently over Albion where Thames' currents spring From the rivers of Beulah; pleasant river! soft, mild, parent stream. And the roots of Albion's Tree enter'd the Soul of Los As he sat before his Furnaces clothed in sackcloth of hair, In gnawing pain dividing him from his Emanation: Inclosing all the Children of Los time after time, Their Giant forms condensing into Nations & Peoples & Tongues. Translucent the Furnaces of Beryll & Emerald immortal: And Seven-fold each within other: incomprehensible To the Vegetated Mortal Eye's perverted & single vision. The Bellows are the Animal Lungs, the Hammers, the Animal Heart The Furnaces, the Stomach for Digestion; terrible their fury Like seven burning heavens rang'd from South to North. Here, on the banks of the Thames, Los builded Golgonooza, Outside of the Gates of the Human Heart beneath Beulah In the midst of the rocks of the Altars of Albion. In fears He builded it, in rage & in fury. It is the Spiritual Fourfold London: continually building & continually decaying desolate! In eternal labours: loud the Furnaces & loud the Anvils Of Death thunder incessant around the flaming Couches of The Twenty-four Friends of Albion, and round the awful Four, For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albion's Sons, The Mystic Union of the Emanation in the Lord; Because Man divided from his Emanation is a dark Spectre, His Emanation is an ever-weeping melancholy Shadow: But she is made receptive of Generation thro' mercy In the Potters Furnace, among the Funeral Urns of Beulah, From Surrey hills, thro' Italy and Greece, to Hinnom's vale.

IN Great Eternity, every particular Form gives forth or Emanates Its own peculiar Light, & the Form is the Divine Vision, And the Light is his Garment. This is Jerusalem in every Man, A Tent & Tabernacle of Mutual Forgiveness, Male & Female Clothings. And Jerusalem is called Liberty among the Children of Albion. But Albion fell down, a Rocky fragment from Eternity hurl'd By his own Spectre, who is the Reasoning Power in every Man, Into his own Chaos which is the Memory between Man & Man. The silent broodings of deadly revenge, springing from the All powerful parental affection, fills Albion from head to foot: Seeing his sons assimilate with Luvah, bound in the bonds Of Spiritual Hate, from which springs Sexual Love as iron chains, He tosses like a cloud outstretch'd among Jerusalem's Ruins Which overspread all the Earth, he groans among his ruin'd porches. But the Spectre like a hoar frost & a Mildew rose over Albion, Saying, I am God, O Sons of Men! I am your Rational Power! Am I not Bacon & Newton & Locke who teach Humility to Man? Who teach Doubt & Experiment: & my two Wings Voltaire, Rousseau. Where is that Friend of Sinners? that Rebel against my Laws? Who teaches Belief to the Nations, & an unknown Eternal Life. Come hither into the Desart & turn these stones to bread. Vain foolish Man! wilt thou believe without Experiment? And build a World of Phantasy upon my Great Abyss?

A World of Shapes in craving lust & devouring appetite. So-.spoke the hard cold constructive Spectre: he is named Arthur: Constructing into Druid Rocks round Canaan, Agag & Aram & Pharoh. Then Albion drew England into his bosom in groans & tears, But she stretch'd out her starry Night in Spaces against him like A long Serpent, in the Abyss of the Spectre which augmented The Night with Dragon wings, cover'd with stars, & in the Wings Jerusalem & Vala appear 'd: & above, between the Wings, magnificent, The Divine Vision dimly appear'd in clouds of blood weeping.

WHEN those who disregard all Mortal Things, saw a Mighty-One Among the Flowers of Beulah still retain his awful strength, They wonder'd, checking their wild flames, & Many gathering Together into an Assembly, they said, let us go down And see these changes; Others said, If you do so, prepare For being driven from our fields: what have we to do with the Dead? To be their inferiors or superiors we equally abhor : Superior, none we know: inferior, none: all equal share Divine Benevolence & Joy, for the Eternal Man Walketh among us, calling us his Brothers & his Friends: Forbidding us that Veil which Satan puts between Eve & Adam, By which the Princes of the Dead enslave their Votaries, Teaching them to form the Serpent of precious stones & gold, To sieze the Sons of Jerusalem & plant them in One Man's Loins: is To make One Family of Contraries: that Joseph may be sold Into Egypt; for Negation: a Veil the Saviour born & dying rends. But others said: Let us to him who only Is, & who Walketh among us, give decision: bring forth all your fires! So saying, an eternal deed was done: in fiery flames The Universal Concave raged, such thunderous sounds as never Were sounded from a mortal cloud, nor on Mount Sinai old, Nor in Havilah where the Cherub roll'd his redounding flame. Loud! loud! the Mountains lifted up their voices, loud the Forests, Rivers thunder'd against their banks, loud Winds furious fought:

Cities & Nations contended in fires & clouds & tempests, The Seas rais'd up their voices & lifted their hands on high, The Stars in their courses fought, the Sun, Moon, Heaven, Earth, Contending for Albion & for Jerusalem his Emanation, And for Shiloh, the Emanation of France, & for lovely Vala. Then far the greatest number were about to make a Separation, And they Elected Seven, call'd the Seven Eyes of God, Lucifer, Molech, Elohim, Shaddai, Pahad, Jehovah, Jesus. They nam'd the Eighth, he came not, he hid in Albion's Forests. But first they said: (& their Words stood in Chariots in array, Curbing their Tygers with golden bits & bridles of silver & ivory) Let the Human Organs be kept in their perfect Integrity, At will Contracting into Worms, or Expanding into Gods, And then, behold! what are these Ulro Visions of Chastity? Then as the moss upon the tree: or dust upon the plow: Or as the sweat upon the labouring shoulder: or as the chaff Of the wheat-floor or as the dregs of the sweet wine-press: Such are these Ulro Visions, for tho' we sit down within The plowed furrow, list'ning to the weeping clods, till we Contract or Expand Space at will: or if we raise ourselves Upon the chariots of the morning, Contracting or Expanding Time: Every one knows, we are One Family: One Man blessed for ever. Silence remain'd & every one resum'd his Human Majesty, And many conversed on these things as they labour'd at the furrow, Saying:

It is better to prevent misery, than to release from misery: It is better to prevent error, than to forgive the criminal: Labour well the Minute Particulars, attend to the Little-ones : And those who are in misery cannot remain so long, If we do but our duty: labour well the teeming Earth. They Plow'd in tears, the trumpets sounded before the golden Plow, And the voices of the Living Creatures were heard in the clouds of heaven, Crying: Compell the Reasoner to Demonstrate with unhewn Demonstrations, Let the Indefinite be explored, and let every Man be Judged By his own Works. Let all Indefinites be thrown into Demonstrations To be pounded to dust & melted in the Furnaces of Affliction : He who would do good to another, must do it in Minute Particulars, General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite & flatterer: For Art & Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars, And not in generalizing Demonstrations of the Rational Power. The Infinite alone resides in Definite & Determinate Identity, Establishment of Truth depends on destruction of Falshood continually, On Circumcision: not on Virginity, O Reasoners of Albion! So cried they at the Plow. Albion's Rock frowned above, And the Great Voice of Eternity rolled above terrible in clouds, Saying, Who will go forth for us: & Who shall we send before our face?

THEN Los heaved his thund'ring Bellows on the Valley of Middlesex And thus he chaunted his Song: the Daughters of Albion reply. What may Man be? who can tell! But what may Woman be? To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave. He who is an Infant, and whose Cradle is a Manger, Knoweth the Infant sorrow : whence it came, and where it goeth : And who weave it a Cradle of the grass that withereth away. This World is all a Cradle for the erred wandering Phantom, Rock'd by Year, Month, Day & Hour; and every two Moments Between, dwells a Daughter of Beulah, to feed the Human Vegetable. Entune, Daughters of Albion, your hymning Chorus mildly: Cord of affection thrilling extatic on the iron Reel : To the golden Loom of Love! to the moth-labour'd Woof! A Garment and Cradle weaving for the infantine Terror: For fear, at entering the gate into our World of cruel Lamentation, it flee back and hide in Non-Entity's dark wild, Where dwells the Spectre of Albion: destroyer of Definite Form. The Sun shall be a Scythed Chariot of Britain: the Moon, a Ship In the British Ocean! Created by Los's Hammer: measured out Into Days & Nights & Years & Months, to travel with my feet Over these desolate rocks of Albion: O daughters of despair! Rock the Cradle, and in mild melodies tell me where [you] found What you have en woven with so much tears & care!

so much Tender artifice! to laugh, to weep, to learn, to know: Remember! recollect! what dark befel in wintry days. O it was lost for ever! and we found it not: it came And wept at our wintry Door: Look! look! behold! Gwendolen Is become a Clod of Clay! Merlin is a Worm of the Valley! Then Los uttered with Hammer & Anvil: Chaunt! revoice! I mind not your laugh: and your frown I not fear: and You must my dictate obey from your gold-beam'd Looms: trill Gentle to Albion's Watchman, on Albion's mountains: reeccho, And rock the Cradle while! Ah me! of that Eternal Man, And of the cradle'd Infancy in his bowels of compassion, Who fell beneath his instruments of husbandry & became Subservient to the clods of the furrow: the cattle and even The emmet and earth-worm are his superiors & his lords. Then the response came warbling from trilling Looms in Albion. We Women tremble at the light therefore: hiding fearful, The Divine Vision with Curtain & Veil & fleshly Tabernacle. Los utter'd, swift as the rattling thunder upon the mountains : Look back into the Church Paul! Look! Three Women around The Cross! O Albion why didst thou a Female Will Create?

AND the voices of Bath & Canterbury & York & Edinburgh, Cry Over the Plow of Nations in the strong hand of Albion, thundering along Among the Fires of the Druid & the deep black rethundering Waters Of the Atlantic which poured in impetuous loud, loud, louder & louder. And the Great Voice of the Atlantic howled over the Druid Altars: Weeping over his Children in Stone-henge, in Maiden & Colchester, Round the Rocky Peak of Derbyshire, London Stone & Rosamond's Bower. What is a Wife & what is a Harlot? What is a Church? & What Is a Theatre? are they Two & not One? can they Exist Separate? Are not Religion & Politics the Same Thing? Brotherhood is Religion, O Demonstrations of Reason, Dividing Families in Cruelty & Pride! But Albion fled from the Divine Vision with the Plow of Nations enflaming, The Living Creatures madden'd and Albion fell into the Furrow, and The Plow went over him & the Living was Plowed in among the Dead: But his Spectre rose over the starry Plow. Albion fled beneath the Plow Till he came to the Rock of Ages, & he took his Seat upon the Rock. Wonder siez'd all in Eternity : to behold the Divine Vision open The Center into an Expanse, & the Center rolled out into an Expanse.

IN beauty the Daughters of Albion divide & unite at will: Naked & drunk with blood Gwendolen dancing to the timbrel Of War: reeling up the Street of London she divides in twain, Among the Inhabitants of Albion: the People fall around The Daughters of Albion, divide & unite in jealousy & cruelty. The Inhabitants of Albion at the Harvest & the Vintage Feel their Brain cut round beneath the temples shrieking, Bonifying into a Scull, the Marrow exuding in dismal path. They flee over the rocks bonifying: Horses, Oxen, feel the knife. And while the Sons of Albion, by severe War & Judgment, bonify, The Hermaphroditic Condensations are divided by the Knife, The obdurate Forms are cut asunder by Jealousy & Pity. Rational Philosophy and Mathematic Demonstration Is divided in the intoxications of pleasure & affection : Two Contraries War against each other in fury & blood. And Los fixes them on his Anvil, incessant his blows: He fixes them with strong blows, placing the stones & timbers To Create a World of Generation from the World of Death : Dividing the Masculine & Feminine: for the comingling Of Albion's & Luvah's Spectres was Hermaphroditic. Urizen wrathful strode above directing the awful Building, As a Mighty Temple: delivering Form out of confusion. Jordan sprang beneath its threshold bubbling from beneath Its pillars: Euphrates ran under its arches: white sails And silver oars reflect on its pillars, & sound on its ecchoing Pavements:

where walk the Sons of Jerusalem who remain Ungenerate. But the revolving Sun and Moon pass thro its porticoes. Day & night, in sublime majesty & silence they revolve And shine glorious within: Hand & Koban arch'd over the Sun In the hot noon, as he travel'd thro his journey : Hyle & Skofield Arch'd over the Moon at midnight, & Los fix'd them there, With his thunderous Hammer: terrified the Spectres rage & flee. Canaan is his portico: Jordan is a fountain in his porch, A fountain of milk & wine to relieve the traveller: Egypt is the eight steps within, Ethiopia supports his pillars : Lybia & the Lands unknown are the ascent without: Within is Asia & Greece, ornamented with exquisite art: Persia & Media are his halls: his inmost hall is Great Tartary: China & India & Siberia are his temples for entertainment: Poland & Russia & Sweden, his soft retired chambers: France & Spain & Italy & Denmark & Holland & Germany Are the temples among his pillars, Britain is Los's Forge: America North & South are his baths of living waters. Such is the Ancient World of Urizen in the Satanic Void, Created from the Valley of Middlesex by London's River. From Stone-henge and from London Stone, from Cornwall to Cathnes, The Four Zoas rush around on all sides in dire ruin. Furious in pride of Selfhood the terrible Spectres of Albion Rear their dark Rocks among the Stars of God: stupendous Works! A World of Generation continually Creating, out of The Hermaphroditic Satanic World of rocky destiny,

AND formed into Four precious stones, for enterance from Beulah. For the Veil of Vala, which Albion cast into the Atlantic Deep To catch the Souls of the Dead, began to Vegetate & Petrify Around the Earth of Albion, among the Roots of his Tree. This Los formed into the Gates & mighty Wall, between the Oak Of Weeping & the Palm of Suffering, beneath Albion's Tomb. Thus in process of time it became the beautiful Mundane Shell, The Habitation of the Speclres of the Dead & the Place Of Redemption & of awaking again into Eternity. For Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic: One to the North, Urthona: One to the South, Urizen: One to the East, Luvah: One to the West, Tharmas: They are the Four Zoas that stood around the Throne Divine : Verulam, London, York & Edinburgh, their English names. But when Luvah assumed the World of Urizen, Southward, And Albion was slain upon his Mountains & in his Tent, All fell towards the Centre, sinking downwards in dire ruin. In the South remains a burning Fire: in the East, a Void: In the West, a World of raging Waters: in the North, solid Darkness Unfathomable without end; but in the midst of these Is Built eternally the sublime Universe of Los & Enitharmon. And in the North Gate, in the West of the North, toward Beulah, Cathedron's Looms are builded, and Los's Furnaces in the South.

A wondrous golden Building, immense with ornaments sublime Is bright Cathedron's golden Hall, its Courts, Towers & Pinnacles. And one Daughter of Los sat at the fiery Reel & another Sat at the shining Loom with her Sisters attending round: Terrible their distress & their sorrow cannot be utter'd. And another Daughter of Los sat at the Spinning Wheel: Endless their labour, with bitter food, void of sleep, Tho' hungry they labour: they rouze themselves anxious Hour after hour labouring at the whirling Wheel, Many Wheels, & as many lovely Daughters sit weeping. Yet the intoxicating delight that they take in their work Obliterates every other evil: none pities their tears, Yet they regard not pity & they expect no one to pity, For they labour for life & love, regardless of any one But the poor Spectres that they work for: always incessantly They are mock'd by every one that passes by : they regard not, They labour: & when their Wheels are broken by scorn & malice They mend them sorrowing with many tears & afflictions. Other Daughters Weave on the Cushion & Pillow Network fine, That Rahab & Tirzah may exist & live & breathe & love: Ah, that it could be as the Daughters of Beulah wish! Other Daughters of Los, labouring at Looms less fine, Create the Silk-worm & the Spider & the Catterpiller To assist in their most grievous work of pity & compassion :

And others Create the wooly Lamb & the downy Fowl To assist in the work: the Lamb bleats: the Seafowl cries: Men understand not the distress & the labour & sorrow That in the Interior Worlds is carried on in fear & trembling, Weaving the shudd'ring fears & loves of Albion's Families. Thunderous rage the Spindles of iron, & the iron Distaff Maddens in the fury of their hands, weaving in bitter tears The Veil of Goats-hair & Purple & Scarlet & fine twined Linen.

THE clouds of Albion's Druid Temples rage in the eastern heaven, While Los sat terrified beholding Albion's Spectre, who is Luvah, Spreading in bloody veins in torments over Europe & Asia: Not yet formed, but a wretched torment unformed & abyssal In flaming fire: within the Furnaces the Divine Vision appear'd On Albion's hills; [and] often walking from the Furnaces, in clouds And flames among the Druid Temples & the Starry Wheels, Gather'd Jerusalem's Children in his arms & bore them like A Shepherd, in the night of Albion which overspread all the Earth. I gave thee liberty and life, O lovely Jerusalem, And thou hast bound me down upon the Stems of Vegetation. I gave thee Sheep-walks upon the Spanish Mountains, Jerusalem, I gave thee Priam's City and the Isles of Grecia lovely: I gave thee Hand & Scofield & the Counties of Albion: They spread forth like a lovely root into the Garden of God. They were as Adam before me: united into One Man, They stood in innocence & their skiey tent reach'd over Asia To Nimrod's Tower, to Ham & Canaan walking with Mizraim Upon the Egyptian Nile, with solemn songs to Grecia And sweet Hesperia, even to Great Chaldea & Tesshina, Following thee as a Shepherd by the Four Rivers of Eden. Why wilt thou rend thyself apart, Jerusalem? And build this Babylon & sacrifice in secret Groves, Among the Gods of Asia: among the fountains of pitch & nitre.

Therefore thy Mountains are become barren, Jerusalem: Thy Valleys, Plains of burning sand, thy Rivers, waters of death. Thy Villages die of the Famine, and thy Cities Beg bread from house to house, lovely Jerusalem. Why wilt thou deface thy beauty & the beauty of thy little-ones To please thy Idols, in the pretended chastities of Uncircumcision? Thy Sons are lovelier than Egypt or Assyria: wherefore Dost thou blacken their beauty by a Secluded place of rest, And a peculiar Tabernacle, to cut the integuments of beauty Into veils of tears and sorrows, O lovely Jerusalem! They have perswaded thee to this, therefore their end shall come, And I will lead thee thro' the Wilderness in shadow of my cloud, And in my love I will lead thee, lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion. This is the Song of the Lamb, sung by Slaves in evening time. But Jerusalem faintly saw him, clos'd in the Dungeons of Babylon. Her Form was held by Beulah's Daughters, but all within unseen She sat at the Mills, her hair unbound, her feet naked, Cut with the flints ; her tears run down, her reason grows like The Wheel of Hand, incessant turning day & night without rest. Insane she raves upon the winds, hoarse, inarticulate: All night Vala hears, she triumphs in pride of holiness To see Jerusalem deface her lineaments with bitter blows Of despair, while the Satanic Holiness triumph'd in Vala, In a Religion of Chastity & Uncircumcised Selfishness Both of the Head & Heart & Loins, clos'd up in Moral Pride.

But the Divine Lamb stood beside Jerusalem, oft she saw The lineaments Divine & oft the Voice heard, & oft she said. O Lord & Saviour, have the Gods of the Heathen pierced thee: Or hast thou been pierced in the House of thy Friends? Art thou alive: & livest thou for evermore? or art thou Not: but a delusive shadow, a thought that liveth not. Babel mocks, saying, there is no God nor Son of God: That thou, O Human Imagination, O Divine Body, art all A delusion: but I know thee, O Lord, when thou arisest upon My weary eyes, even in this dungeon & this iron will. The Stars of Albion cruel rise: thou bindest to sweet influences: For thou also sufferest with me altho' I behold thee not: And altho' I sin & blaspheme thy holy name, thou pitiest me: Because thou knowest I am deluded by the turning mills, And by these visions of pity & love because of Albion's death. Thus spake Jerusalem, & thus the Divine Voice replied. Mild Shade of Man, pitiest thou these Visions of terror & woe? Give forth thy pity & love, fear not ! lo I am with thee always. Only believe in me that I have power to raise from death Thy Brother who Sleepeth in Albion: fear not, trembling Shade.

BEHOLD: in the Visions of Elohim Jehovah, behold Joseph & Mary, And be comforted, O Jerusalem, in the Visions of Jehovah Elohim. She looked & saw Joseph the Carpenter in Nazareth, & Mary His espoused Wife. And Mary said, If thou put me away from thee Dost thou not murder me? Joseph spoke in anger & fury, Should I Marry a Harlot & an Adulteress? Mary answer'd, Art thou more pure Than thy Maker, who forgiveth Sins & calls again Her that is Lost? Tho' She hates, he calls her again in love. I love my dear Joseph, But he driveth me away from his presence, yet I hear the voice of God In the voice of my Husband: tho' he is angry for a moment, he will not Utterly cast me away : if I were pure, never could I taste the sweets Of the Forgive[ne]ss of Sins; if I were holy, I never could behold the tears Of love! of him who loves me in the midst of his anger in furnace of fire. Ah my Mary! said Joseph, weeping over & embracing her closely in His arms: Doth he forgive Jerusalem & not exact Purity from her who is Polluted. I heard his voice in my sleep & his Angel in my dream: Saying, Doth Jehovah Forgive a Debt only on condition that it shall Be Payed ? Doth he Forgive Pollution only on conditions of Purity ?

That Debt is not Forgiven! That Pollution is not Forgiven! Such is the Forgiveness of the Gods, the Moral Virtues of the Heathen, whose tender Mercies are Cruelty. But Jehovah's Salvation Is without Money & without Price, in the Continual Forgiveness of Sins, In the Perpetual Mutual Sacrifice in Great Eternity! for behold, There is none that liveth & Sinneth not! And this is the Covenant Of Jehovah: If you Forgive one-another, so shall Jehovah Forgive You: That He Himself may Dwell among You. Fear not then to take To thee Mary thy Wife, for she is with Child by the Holy Ghost. Then Mary burst forth into a Song: she flowed like a River of Many Streams in the arms of Joseph, & gave forth her tears of joy Like many waters, and Emanating into gardens & palaces upon Euphrates, & to forests & floods & animals wild & tame from Gihon to Hiddekel, & to corn fields & villages & inhabitants Upon Pison & Arnon & Jordan. And I heard the voice among The Reapers, Saying, Am I Jerusalem the lost Adulteress? or am I Babylon come up to Jerusalem? And another voice answer 'd, Saying: Does the voice of my Lord call me again? am I pure thro' his Mercy And Pity? Am I become lovely as a Virgin in his sight, Who am Indeed a Harlot drunken with the Sacrifice of Idols, does he Call her pure as he did in the days of her Infancy, when She Was cast out to the loathing of her person?

The Chaldean took Me from my Cradle. The Amalekite stole me away upon his Camels, Before I had ever beheld with love the Face of Jehovah : or known That there was a God of Mercy: O Mercy, O Divine Humanity! Forgiveness & Pity & Compassion! If I were Pure I should never Have known Thee: If I were Unpolluted I should never have Glorified thy Holiness, or rejoiced in thy great Salvation. Mary leaned her side against Jerusalem, Jerusalem recieved The Infant into her hands in the Visions of Jehovah. Times passed on: Jerusalem fainted over the Cross & Sepulcher. She heard the voice: Wilt thou make Rome thy Patriarch Druid, & the Kings of Europe his Horsemen? Man in the Resurrection changes his Sexual Garments at Will: Every Harlot was once a Virgin: every Criminal an Infant Love!

REPOSE on me till the morning of the Grave. I am thy life. Jerusalem replied. I am an outcast: Albion is dead: am left to the trampling foot & the spurning heel: A Harlot I am call'd. I am sold from street to street: I am defaced with blows & with the dirt of the Prison : And wilt thou become my Husband, O my Lord & Saviour? Shall Vala bring thee forth? shall the Chaste be ashamed also? I see the Maternal Line, I behold the Seed of the Woman: Cainah & Ada & Zillah & Naamah, Wife of Noah. io Shuah's daughter & Tamar & Rahab the Canaanites; Ruth the Moabite & Bathsheba of the daughters of Heth, Naamah the Ammonite, Zibeah the Philistine, & Mary. These are the Daughters of Vala, Mother of the Body of death: But I thy Magdalen behold thy Spiritual Risen Body. Shall Albion arise? I know he shall arise at the Last Day! I know that in my flesh I shall see God: but Emanations Are weak, they know not whence they are, nor whither tend. Jesus replied, I am the Resurrection & the Life. I Die & pass the limits of possibility, as it appears To individual perception. Luvah must be Created, And Vala; for I cannot leave them in the gnawing Grave, But will prepare a way for my banished-ones to return. Come now with me into the villages, walk thro' all the cities :

Tho' thou art taken to prison & judgment, starved in the streets, I will command the cloud to give thee food & the hard rock To flow with milk & wine, tho' thou seest me not a season, Even a long season, & a hard journey & a howling wilderness: Tho' Vala's cloud hide thee & Luvah's fires follow thee: Only believe & trust in me. Lo, I am always with thee! So spoke the Lamb of God while Luvah's Cloud reddening above Burst forth in streams of blood upon the heavens, & dark night Involv'd Jerusalem, & the Wheels of Albion's Sons turn'd hoarse Over the Mountains, & the fires blaz'd on Druid Altars, And the Sun set in Tyburn's Brook where Victims howl & cry. But Los beheld the Divine Vision among the flames of the Furnaces : Therefore he lived & breathed in hope, but his tears fell incessant Because his Children were clos'd from him apart: & Enitharmon Dividing in fierce pain : also the Vision of God was clos'd in clouds Of Albion's Spectres, that Los in despair oft sat, & often pondered, On Death Eternal, in fierce shudders upon the mountains of Albion Walking, & in the vales in howlings fierce: then to his Anvils Turning, anew began his labours, tho' in terrible pains.

JEHOVAH stood among the Druids in the Valley of Annandale, When the Four Zoas of Albion, the Four Living Creatures, the Cherubim Of Albion, tremble before the Spectre in the starry Harness of the Plow Of Nations. And their Names are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona. Luvah slew Tharmas the Angel of the Tongue, & Albion brought him To Justice in his own City of Paris, denying the Resurrection. Then Vala the Wife of Albion, who is the Daughter of Luvah, Took vengeance Twelve-fold among the Chaotic Rocks of the Druids, Where the Human Victims howl to the Moon, & Thor & Friga Dance the dance of death, contending with Jehovah among the Cherubim. The Chariot Wheels filled with Eyes rage along the howling Valley, In the Dividing of Reuben & Benjamin bleeding from Chester's River. The Giants & the Witches & the Ghosts of Albion dance with Thor and Friga, & the Fairies lead the Moon along the Valley of Cherubim, Bleeding in torrents from Mountain to Mountain, a lovely Victim. And Jehovah stood in the Gates of the Victim, & he appeared A weeping Infant in the Gates of Birth in the midst of Heaven. The Cities & Villages of Albion became Rock & Sand Unhumanized, The Druid Sons of Albion & the Heavens a Void around unfathomable, No Human Form but Sexual, & a little weeping Infant pale reflected Multitudinous in the Looking Glass of Enitharmon, on all sides Around in the clouds of the Female, on Albion's Cliffs of the Dead.

Such the appearance in Cheviot, in the Divisions of Reuben, When the Cherubim hid their heads under their wings in deep slumbers, When the Druids demanded Chastity from Woman & all was lost. How can the Female be Chaste, O thou stupid Druid, Cried Los, Without the Forgiveness of Sins in the merciful clouds of Jehovah, And without the Baptism of Repentance to wash away Calumnies, and The Accusations of Sin, that each may be Pure in their Neighbours' sight? O, when shall Jehovah give us Victims from his Flocks & Herds, Instead of Human Victims by the Daughters of Albion & Canaan? Then laugh'd Gwendolen, & her laughter shook the Nations & Familys of The Dead beneath Beulah, from Tyburn to Golgotha, and from Ireland to Japan: furious her Lions & Tygers & Wolves sport before Los on the Thames & Medway: London & Canterbury groan in pain. Los knew not yet what was done: he thought it was all in Vision, In Visions of the Dreams of Beulah among the Daughters of Albion, Therefore the Murder was put apart in the Looking-Glass of Enitharmon. He saw in Vala's hand the Druid Knife of Revenge & the Poison Cup Of Jealousy, and thought it a Poetic Vision of the Atmospheres, Till Canaan roll'd apart from Albion across the Rhine, along the Danube. And all the Land of Canaan suspended over the Valley of Cheviot, From Bashan to Tyre & from Troy to Gaza of the Amalekite: And Reuben fled with his head downwards among the Caverns

. OF the Mundane Shell, which froze on all sides round Canaan on The vast Expanse: where the Daughters of Albion Weave the Web Of Ages & Generations, folding & unfolding it, like a Veil of Cherubim: And sometimes it touches the Earth's summits, & sometimes spreads Abroad into the Indefinite Spectre, who is the Rational Power. Then All the Daughters of Albion became One before Los: even Vala. And she put forth her hand upon the Looms in dreadful howlings, Till she vegetated into a hungry Stomach & a devouring Tongue. Her Hand is a Court of Justice, her Feet, two Armies in Battle: Storms & Pestilence, in her Locks: & in her Loins Earthquake And Fire, & the Ruin of Cities & Nations & Families & Tongues. She cries. The Human is but a Worm, & thou, O Male! Thou art Thyself Female, a Male, a breeder of Seed, a Son & Husband: & Lo, The Human Divine is Woman's Shadow, a Vapor in the summer's heat. Go assume Papal dignity, thou Spectre, thou Male Harlot! Arthur, Divide into the Kings of Europe in times remote, O Woman-born And Woman-nourish 'd & Woman-educated & Woman-scorn'd! Wherefore art thou living? said Los, & Man cannot live in thy presence. Art thou Vala the Wife of Albion, O thou lovely Daughter of Luvah? All Quarrels arise from Reasoning, the secret Murder, and The violent Man-slaughter, these are the Spectre's double Cave:

The Sexual Death living on accusation of Sin & Judgment, To freeze Love & Innocence into the gold & silver of the Merchant. Without Forgiveness of Sin Love is Itself Eternal Death. Then the Spectre drew Vala into his bosom, magnificent, terrific, Glittering with precious stones & gold, with Garments of blood & fire. He wept in deadly wrath of the Spectre, in self-contradicting agony, Crimson with Wrath & green with Jealousy, dazling with Love And Jealousy immingled, & the purple of the violet darken'd deep Over the Plow of Nations thund'ring in the hand of Albion's Spectre. A dark Hermaphrodite they stood frowni(ni)ng upon London's River: And the Distaff & Spindle in the hands of Vala, with the Flax of Human Miseries, turn'd fierce with the Lives of Men along the Valley, As Reuben fled before the Daughters of Albion, Taxing the Nations. Derby Peak yawn'd a horrid Chasm at the Cries of Gwendolen, & at The stamping feet of Ragan upon the flaming Treddles of her Loom, That drop with crimson gore with the Loves of Albion & Canaan, Opening along the Valley of Rephaim, weaving over the Caves of Machpelah,

TO decide Two Worlds with a great decision: a World of Mercy, and A World of Justice; the World of Mercy for Salvation, To cast Luvah into the Wrath, and Albion into the Pity, In the Two Contraries of Humanity & in the Four Regions. For in the depths of Albion's bosom in the eastern heaven, They sound the clarions strong, they chain the howling captives: They cast the lots into the helmet: they give the oath of blood in Lambeth: They vote the death of Luvah, & they nail'd him to Albion's tree in Bath: They stain'd him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots, To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation: The sun was black & the moon roll'd a useless globe thro' Britain. j/Then left the Sons of Urizen the plow & harrow, the loom, The hammer & the chisel, & the rule & compasses; from London fleeing They forg'd the sword on Cheviot, the chariot of war & the battle-ax, The trumpet fitted to mortal battle, & the flute of summer in Annandale: And all the Arts of Life, they chang'd into the Arts of Death in Albion. The hour-glass contemn'd because its simple workmanship Was like the workmanship of the plowman, & the water wheel That raises water into cisterns broken & burn'd with fire : Because its workmanship was like the workmanship of the shepherd. And in their stead, intricate wheels invented, wheel without wheel:

To perplex youth in their outgoings, & to bind to labours in Albion Of day & night the myriads of eternity that they may grind And polish brass & iron hour after hour, laborious task : Kept ignorant of its use, that they might spend the days of wisdom In sorrowful drudgery, to obtain a scanty pittance of bread: In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All, And call it Demonstration: blind to all the simple rules of life. Now, now the battle rages round thy tender limbs, O Vala, Now smile among thy bitter tears; now put on all thy beauty. Is not the wound of the sword sweet: & the broken bone delightful? Wilt thou now smile among the scythes when the wounded groan in the field? We were carried away in thousands from London, & in tens Of thousands from Westminster & Marybone in ships clos'd up: Chain'd hand & foot, compell'd to fight under the iron whips Of our captains, fearing our officers more than the enemy. Lift up thy blue eyes Vala & put on thy sapphire shoes: O melancholy Magdalen, behold the morning over Maiden break! Gird on thy flaming zone, descend into the sepulcher of Canterbury. Scatter the blood from thy golden brow, the tears from thy silver locks: Shake ofF the waters from thy wings, & the dust from thy white garments. Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret couch of Lambeth's Vale, When the sun rose in glowing morn, with arms of mighty hosts Marching to battle, who was wont to rise with Urizen's harps Girt as a sower with his seed to scatter life abroad over Albion:

Arise, O Vala: bring the bow of Urizen: bring the swift arrows of light. How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, compell'd to the chariot of love! Compell'd to leave the plow to the ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation, To trample the corn fields in boastful neighings: this is no gentle harp, This is no warbling brook, nor shadow of a mirtle tree: But blood and wounds and dismal cries, and shadows of the oak: And hearts laid open to the light, by the broad grizly sword: And bowels hid in hammer'd steel rip'd quivering on the ground. Call forth thy smiles of soft deceit: call forth thy cloudy tears: We hear thy sighs in trumpets shrill when morn shall blood renew. So sang the Spectre Sons of Albion round Luvah's Stone of Trial : Mocking and deriding at the writhings of their Victim on Salisbury: Drinking his Emanation in intoxicating bliss, rejoicing in Giant dance. For a Spectre has no Emanation but what he imbibes from decieving A Victim: Then he becomes her Priest & she his Tabernacle, And his Oak Grove, till the Victim rend the woven Veil, In the end of his sleep when Jesus calls him from his grave. Howling the Victims on the Druid Altars yield their souls To the stern Warriors: lovely sport the Daughters round their Victims, Drinking their lives in sweet intoxication : hence arose from Bath Soft deluding odours, in spiral volutions intricately winding Over Albion's mountains, a feminine indefinite cruel delusion, Astonish'd, terrified & in pain & torment, Sudden they behold Their own Parent, the Emanation of their murder'd Enemy, Become their Emanation and their Temple and Tabernacle:

They knew not, this Vala was their beloved Mother, Vala Albion's Wife. Terrified at the sight of the Victim, at his distorted sinews: The tremblings of Vala vibrate thro' the limbs of Albion's Sons, While they rejoice over Luvah in mockery & bitter scorn: Sudden they become like what they behold, in howlings & deadly pain. Spasms smite their features, sinews & limbs: pale they look on one another; They turn, contorted: their iron necks bend unwilling towards Luvah: their lips tremble: their muscular fibres are tramp'd & smitten, They become like what they behold! Yet immense in strength & power,

IN awful pomp & gold, in all the precious unhewn stones of Eden, They build a stupendous Building on the Plain of Salisbury: with chains Of rocks round London Stone, of Reasonings, of unhewn Demonstrations, In labyrinthine arches, (Mighty Urizen the Architect,) thro' which The Heavens might revolve & Eternity be bound in their chain. Labour unparall[el]ed! a wondrous rocky World of cruel destiny, Rocks piled on rocks reaching the stars, stretching from pole to pole. The Building is Natural Religion & its Altars Natural Morality: A building of eternal death, whose proportions are eternal despair. Here Vala stood turning the iron Spindle of destruction From heaven to earth, howling, invisible: but not invisible Her Two Covering Cherubs, afterwards named Voltaire & Rousseau: Two frowning Rocks, on each side of the Cove & Stone of Torture, Frozen Sons of the feminine Tabernacle of Bacon, Newton & Locke. For Luvah is France; the Victim of the Spectres of Albion. Los beheld in terror; he pour'd his loud storms on the Furnaces: The Daughters of Albion clothed in garments of needle work Strip them off from their shoulders and bosoms, they lay aside Their garments, they sit naked upon the Stone of trial. The knife of flint passes over the howling Victim: his blood Gushes & stains the fair side of the fair Daug[h]ters of Albion. They put aside his curls: they divide his seven locks upon His forehead: they bind his forehead with thorns of iron, They put into his hand a reed, they mock, Saying:

Behold The King of Canaan, whose are seven hundred chariots of iron ! They take off his vesture whole with their Knives of flint: But they cut asunder his inner garments: searching with Their cruel fingers for his heart, & there they enter in pomp, In many tears: & there they erect a temple & an altar: They pour cold water on his brain in front, to cause Lids to grow over his eyes in veils of tears: and caverns To freeze over his nostrils, while they feed his tongue from cups And dishes of painted clay. Glowing with beauty & cruelty, They obscure the sun & the moon: no eye can look upon them. Ah! alas! at the sight of the Victim, & at sight of those who are smitten, All who see, become what they behold: their eyes are cover'd With veils of tears and their nostrils & tongues shrunk up, Their ear bent outwards, as their Victim, so are they in the pangs Of unconquerable fear! amidst delights of revenge Earth-shaking! And as their eye & ear shrunk, the heavens shrunk away : The Divine Vision became first a burning flame, then a column Of fire, then an awful fiery wheel surrounding earth & heaven, And then a globe of blood wandering distant in an unknown night: Afar into the unknown night the mountains fled away : Six months of mortality, a summer: & six months of mortality, a winter:

The Human form began to be alter'd by the Daughters of Albion, And the perceptions to be dissipated into the Indefinite. Becoming A mighty Polypus nam'd Albion's Tree: they tie the Veins And Nerves into two knots: & the Seed into a double knot: They look forth: the Sun is shrunk: the Heavens are shrunk Away into the far remote: and the Trees & Mountains wither'd Into indefinite cloudy shadows in darkness & separation. By Invisible Hatreds adjoin'd, they seem remote and separate From each other; and yet are a Mighty Polypus in the Deep! As the Misletoe grows on the Oak, so Albion's Tree on Eternity: Lo! He who will not comingle in Love, must be adjoin'd by Hate. They look forth from Stone-henge: from the Cove round London Stone They look on one another: the mountain calls out to the mountain: Plinlimmon shrunk away: Snowdon trembled: the mountains Of Wales & Scotland beheld the descending War, the routed flying. Red run the streams of Albion: Thames is drunk with blood. As Gwendolen cast the Shuttle of war, as Cambel return'd the beam, The Humber & the Severn are drunk with the blood of the slain: London feels his brain cut round: Edinburgh's heart is circumscribed: York & Lincoln hide among the flocks, because of the griding knife. Worcester & Hereford, Oxford & Cambridge reel & stagger, Overwearied with howling: Wales & Scotland alone sustain the fight! The inhabitants are sick to death:

they labour to divide into Days And Nights, the uncertain Periods: and into Weeks & Months. In vain They send the Dove & Raven, & in vain the Serpent over the mountains, And in vain the Eagle & Lion over the four-fold wilderness. They return not: but generate in rocky places desolate. They return not: but build a habitation separate from Man. The Sun forgets his course, like a drunken man he hesitates, Upon the Cheselden hills, thinking to sleep on the Severn. In vain: he is hurried afar into an unknown Night. He bleeds in torrents of blood as he rolls thro' heaven above, He chokes up the paths of the sky: the Moon is leprous as snow: Trembling & descending down, seeking to rest on high Mona: Scattering her leprous snows in flakes of disease over Albion. The Stars flee remote: the heaven is iron, the earth is sulphur, And all the mountains & hills shrink up like a withering gourd: As the Senses of Men shrink together under the Knife of flint, In the hands of Albion's Daughters, among the Druid Temples,

BY those who drink their blood & the blood of their Covenant. And the Twelve Daughters of Albion united in Rahab & Tirzah, A Double Female: and they drew out from the Rocky Stones Fibres of Life to Weave, for every Female is a Golden Loom. The Rocks are opake hardnesses covering all Vegetated things. And as they Wove & Cut from the Looms in various divisions, Stretching over Europe & Asia from Ireland to Japan, They divided into many lovely Daughters to be counterparts To those they Wove, for when they Wove a Male, they divided Into a Female to the Woven Male, in opake hardness They cut the Fibres from the Rocks, groaning in pain they Weave: Calling the Rocks Atomic Origins or Existence; denying Eternity By the Atheistical Epicurean Philosophy of Albion's Tree. Such are the Feminine and Masculine when separated from Man. They call the Rocks Parents of Men, & adore the frowning Chaos, Dancing around in howling pain clothed in the bloody Veil, Hiding Albion's Sons within the Veil, closing Jerusalem's Sons without : to feed with their Souls the Spectres of Albion. Ashamed to give Love openly to the piteous & merciful Man, Counting him an imbecile mockery: but the Warrior They adore, & his revenge cherish with the blood of the Innocent. They drink up Dan & Gad, to feed with milk Skofeld & Kotope: They strip off Joseph's Coat & dip it in the blood of battle.

Tirzah sits weeping to hear the shrieks of the dying: her Knife Of flint is in her hand: she passes it over the howling Victim. The Daughters Weave their Work in loud cries over the Rock Of Horeb: still eyeing Albion's Cliffs eagerly, siezing & twisting The threads of Vala & Jerusalem running from mountain to mountain Over the whole Earth: loud the Warriors rage in Beth Peor, Beneath the iron whips of their Captains & consecrated banners: Loud the Sun & Moon rage in the conflict : loud the Stars Shout in the night of battle & their spears grow to their hands With blood, weaving the deaths of the Mighty into a Tabernacle For Rahab & Tirzah; till the Great Polypus of Generation covered the Earth. In Verulam the Polypus's Head, winding around his bulk Thro' Rochester and Chichester & Exeter & Salisbury, To Bristol : & his Heart beat strong on Salisbury Plain, Shooting out Fibres round the Earth, thro' Gaul & Italy And Greece, & along the Sea of Rephaim into Judea To Sodom & Gomorrha: thence to India, China & Japan. The Twelve Daughters in Rahab & Tirzah have circumscrib'd the Brain Beneath & pierced it thro' the midst with a golden pin. Blood hath stain'd her fair side beneath her bosom. O thou poor Human Form! said she. O thou poor child of woe! Why wilt thou wander away from Tirzah: why me compel to bind thee?

If thou dost go away from me I shall consume upon these Rocks. These fibres of thine eyes that used to beam in distant heavens, Away from me, I have bound down with a hot iron. These nostrils that expanded with delight in morning skies I have bent downward with lead melted in my roaring furnaces Of affliction, of love, of sweet despair, of torment unendurable. My soul is seven furnaces, incessant roars the bellows Upon my terribly flaming heart, the molten metal runs In channels thro' my fiery limbs: O love, O pity, O fear, O pain! O the pangs, the bitter pangs of love forsaken! Ephraim was a wilderness of joy where all my wild beasts ran, The River Kanah wander'd by my sweet Manasseh's side, To see the boy spring into heavens sounding from my sight! Go Noah, fetch the girdle of strong brass, heat it red-hot: Press it around the loins of this ever expanding cruelty. Shriek not so my only love: I refuse thy joys: I drink Thy shrieks because Hand & Hyle are cruel & obdurate to me.

O SKOFIELD why art thou cruel? Lo Joseph is thine, to make You One: to weave you both in the same mantle of skin. Bind him down Sisters, bind him down on Ebal Mount of cursing. Malah, come forth from Lebanon: & Hoglah, from Mount Sinai! Come, circumscribe this tongue of sweets & with a screw of iron Fasten this ear into the rock: Milcah, the task is thine! Weep not so, Sisters, weep not so: our life depends on this: Or mercy & truth are fled away from Shechem & Mount Gilead, Unless my beloved is bound upon the Stems of Vegetation. And thus the Warriors cry in the hot day of Victory, in Songs. Look! the beautiful Daughter of Albion sits naked upon the Stone, Her panting Victim beside her : her heart is drunk with blood, M Tho' her brain is not drunk with wine: she goes forth from Albion In pride of beauty, in cruelty of holiness, in the brightness Of her tabernacle, & her ark & secret place: the beautiful Daughter Of Albion delights the eyes of the Kings: their hearts & the Hearts of their Warriors glow hot before Thor & Friga. O Molech ! O Chemosh! O Bacchus! O Venus! O Double God of Generation! The Heavens are cut like a mantle around from the Cliffs of Albion, Across Europe, across Africa, in howlings & deadly War. A sheet & veil & curtain of blood is let down from Heaven Across the hills of Ephraim & down Mount Olivet to The Valley of the Jebusite:

Molech rejoices in heaven, He sees the Twelve Daughters naked upon the Twelve Stones, Themselves condensing to rocks & into the Ribs of a Man. Lo, they shoot forth in tender Nerves across Europe & Asia: Lo, they rest upon the Tribes, where their panting Victims lie. Molech rushes into the Kings in love to the beautiful Daughters, But they frown & delight in cruelty, refusing all other joy. Bring your Offerings, your first begotten, pamper'd with milk & blood: Your first born of seven years old, be they Males or Females, To the beautiful Daughters of Albion! they sport before the Kings Clothed in the skin of the Victim ! blood, human blood, is the life And delightful food of the Warrior: the well fed Warrior's flesh Of him who is slain in War fills the Valleys of Ephraim with Breeding Women walking in pride & bringing forth under green trees With pleasure, without pain, for their food is blood of the Captive. Molech rejoices thro' the Land from Havilah to Shur: he rejoices In moral law & its severe penalties; loud Shaddai & Jehovah Thunder above, when they see the Twelve panting Victims On the Twelve Stones of Power, & the beautiful Daughters of Albion. If you dare rend their Veil with your spear, you are healed of Love. From the Hills of Camberwell & Wimbledon, from the Valleys Of Walton & Esher, from Stone-henge & from Maiden's Cove, Jerusalem's Pillars fall in the rendings of fierce War.

Over France & Germany, upon the Rhine & Danube, Reuben & Benjamin flee: they hide in the Valley of Rephaim. Why trembles the Warriors limbs when he beholds thy beauty Spotted with Victims' blood: by the fires of thy secret tabernacle And thy ark & holy place: at thy frowns, at thy dire revenge: Smitten as Uzzah of old, his armour is soften'd: his spear And sword faint in his hand, from Albion across Great Tartary. O beautiful Daughter of Albion! cruelty is thy delight, O Virgin of terrible eyes who dwellest by Valleys of springs, Beneath the Mountains of Lebanon, in the City of Rehob in Hamath, Taught to touch the harp, to dance in the Circle of Warriors Before the Kings of Canaan, to cut the flesh from the Victim, To roast the flesh in fire, to examine the Infant's limbs In cruelties of holiness, to refuse the joys of love, to bring The Spies from Egypt, to raise jealousy in the bosoms of the Twelve Kings of Canaan, then to let the Spies depart to Meribah Kadesh To the place of the Amalekite; I am drunk with unsatiated love: I must rush again to War: for the Virgin has frown'd & refus'd. Sometimes I curse & sometimes bless thy fascinating beauty. Once Man was occupied in intellectual pleasures & energies, But now my Soul is harrow'd with grief & fear & love & desire, And now I hate & now I love & Intellect is no more: There is no time for any thing but the torments of love & desire: The Feminine & Masculine Shadows soft, mild & ever varying In beauty, are Shadows now no more, but Rocks in Horeb.

THEN all the Males conjoined into One Male, & every one Became a ravening eating Cancer growing in the Female, A Polypus of Roots of Reasoning, Doubt, Despair & Death, Going forth & returning from Albion's Rocks to Canaan: Devouring Jerusalem from every Nation of the Earth. Envying stood the enormous Form at variance with Itself In all its Members: in eternal torment of love & jealousy: Driv'n forth by Los time after time from Albion's cliffy shore: Drawing the free loves of Jerusalem into infernal bondage, That they might be born in contentions of Chastity & in Deadly Hate between Leah & Rachel, Daughters of Deceit & Fraud: Bearing the Images of various Species of Contention And Jealousy & Abhorrence & Revenge & deadly Murder, Till they refuse liberty to the Male: & not like Beulah Where every Female delights to give her maiden to her husband. The Female searches sea & land for gratifications to the Male Genius: who in return clothes her in gems & gold And feeds her with the food of Eden, hence all her beauty beams. She Creates at her will a little moony night & silence With Spaces of sweet gardens & a tent of elegant beauty : Closed in by a sandy desart & a night of stars shining, And a little tender moon & hovering angels on the wing. And the Male gives a Time & Revolution to her Space Till the time of love is passed in ever varying delights.

For All Things Exist in the Human Imagination, And thence in Beulah they are stolen by secret amorous theft, Till they have had Punishment enough to make them commit Crimes. Hence rose the Tabernacle in the Wilderness & all its Offerings, From Male & Female Loves in Beulah & their Jealousies, But no one can consummate Female bliss in Los's World without Becoming a Generated Mortal, a Vegetating Death. And now the Spectres of the Dead awake in Beulah : all The Jealousies become Murderous, uniting together in Rahab, A Religion of Chastity, forming a Commerce to sell Loves With Moral Law, an Equal Balance, not going down with decision. Therefore the Male severe & cruel fill'd with stern Revenge: Mutual Hate returns & mutual Deceit & mutual Fear. Hence the Infernal Veil grows in the disobedient Female, Which Jesus rends & the whole Druid Law removes away From the Inner Sanctuary: a False Holiness hid within the Center. For the Sanctuary of Eden is in the Camp, in the Outline, In the Circumference: & every Minute Particular is Holy: Embraces are Cominglings, from the Head even to the Feet, And not a pompous High Priest entering by a Secret Place. Jerusalem pined in her inmost soul over Wandering Reuben As she slept in Beulah's Night hid by the Daughters of Beulah.

AND this the form of mighty Hand sitting on Albion's cliffs Before the face of Albion, a mighty threat'ning Form. His bosom wide & shoulders huge, overspreading wondrous, Bear Three strong sinewy Necks & Three awful & terrible Heads, Three Brains in contradictory council brooding incessantly, Neither daring to put in act its councils, fearing each other, Therefore rejecting Ideas as nothing & holding all Wisdom To consist in the agreements & disagree[me]nts of Ideas, Plotting to devour Albion's Body of Humanity & Love. Such Form the aggregate of the Twelve Sons of Albion took: & such Their appearance when combin'd: but often by birth -pangs & loud groans They divide to Twelve: the key-bones & the chest dividing in pain Disclose a hideous orifice; thence issuing the Giant-brood Arise as the smoke of the furnace, shaking the rocks from sea to sea, And there they combine into Three Forms, named Bacon & Newton & Locke, In the Oak Groves of Albion which overspread all the Earth. Imputing Sin & Righteousness to Individuals, Rahab Sat deep within him hid: his Feminine Power unreveal'd Brooding Abstract Philosophy, to destroy Imagination, the DivineHumanity: A Three-fold Wonder, feminine, most beautiful, Three-fold Each within other. On her white marble & even Neck, her Heart Inorb'd and bonified: with locks of shadowing modesty, shining Over her beautiful Female features, soft flourishing in beauty, Beams mild, all love and all perfection, that when the lips Recieve a kiss from Gods or Men, a threefold kiss returns From the press'd loveliness;

so her whole immortal form, three-fold, Three-fold embrace returns: consuming lives of Gods & Men, In fires of beauty melting them as gold & silver in the furnace. Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins To put in act what her Heart wills; O who can withstand her power? Her name is Vala in Eternity : in Time her name is Rahab. The Starry Heavens all were fled from the mighty limbs of Albion,

AND above Albion's Land was seen the Heavenly Canaan, As the Substance is to the Shadow : and above Albion's Twelve Sons Were seen Jerusalem's Sons: and all the Twelve Tribes spreading Over Albion. As the Soul is to the Body, so Jerusalem's Sons Are to the Sons of Albion : and Jerusalem is Albion's Emanation. What is Above is Within, for everything in Eternity is translucent; The Circumference is Within: Without, is formed the Selfish Center: And the Circumference still expands going forward to Eternity, And the Center has Eternal States! these States we now explore. And these the Names of Albion's Twelve Sons, & of his Twelve Daughters With their Districts. Hand dwelt in Selsey, & had Sussex & Surrey And Kent & Middlesex: all their Rivers & their Hills of flocks & herds; Their Villages, Towns, Cities, Sea-Ports, Temples, sublime Cathedrals; All were his Friends & their Sons & Daughters intermarry in Beulah, For all are Men in Eternity, Rivers, Mountains, Cities, Villages. All are Human, & when you enter into their Bosoms you walk In Heavens & Earths; as in your own Bosom you bear your Heaven And Earth, & all you behold: tho' it appears Without it is Within In your Imagination, of which this World of Mortality is but a Shadow. Hyle dwelt in Winchester, comprehending Hants, Dorset, Devon, Cornwall, Their Villages, Cities, Sea Ports, their Corn fields & Gardens spacious, Palaces, Rivers & Mountains, and between Hand & Hyle arose Gwendolen & Cambel who is Boadicea:

they go abroad & return Like lovely beams of light from the mingled affeftions of the Brothers : The Inhabitants of the whole Earth rejoice in their beautiful light. Coban dwelt in Bath, Somerset, Wiltshire, Gloucestershire, Obey'd his awful voice: Ignoge is his lovely Emanation; She adjoin'd with Gwantoke's Children, soon lovely Cordelia arose, Gwantoke forgave & joy'd over South Wales & all its Mountains. Peachey had North Wales, Shropshire, Cheshire & the Isle of Man, His Emanation is Mehetabel, terrible & lovely upon the Mountains. Brertun had Yorkshire, Durham, Westmoreland, & his Emanation Is Ragan: she adjoin'd to Slade, & produced Gonorill far beaming. Slade had Lincoln, Stafford, Derby, Nottingham, & his lovely Emanation Gonorill rejoices over hills & rocks & woods & rivers. Huttn had Warwick, Northampton, Bedford, Buckingham, Leicester & Berkshire; & his Emanation is Gwinefred beautiful. Skofeld had Ely, Rutland, Cambridge, Huntingdon, Norfolk, Suffolk, Hartford & Essex: & his Emanation is Gwinevera Beautiful, she beams towards the east, all kinds of precious stones And pearl, with instruments of music in holy Jerusalem. Kox had Oxford, Warwick, Wilts; his Emanation is Estrild: Join'd with Cordelia she shines southward over the Atlantic. Kotope had Hereford, Stafford, Worcester, & his Emanation Is Sabrina: join'd with Mehetabel she shines west over America. Bowen had all Scotland, the Isles, Northumberland & Cumberland: His Emanation is Conwenna, she shines a triple form Over the north with pearly beams gorgeous & terrible, Jerusalem & Vala rejoice in Bowen & Conwenna.

But the Four Sons of Jerusalem that never were Generated Are Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion. They Dwell over the Four Provinces of Ireland in heavenly light, The Four Universities of Scotland, & in Oxford & Cambridge & Winchester. But now Albion is darkened & Jerusalem lies in ruins: Above the Mountains of Albion, above the head of Los. And Los shouted with ceaseless shoutings, & his tears poured down His immortal cheeks, rearing his hands to heaven for aid Divine! But he spoke not to Albion: fearing lest Albion should turn his Back Against the Divine Vision: & fall over the Precipice of Eternal Death. But he receded before Albion, & before Vala weaving the Veil With the iron shuttle of War among the rooted Oaks of Albion: Weeping & shouting to the Lord day & night; and his Children Wept round him as a flock silent Seven Days of Eternity.

AND the Thirty-two Counties of the Four Provinces of Ireland Are thus divided; The Four Counties are in the Four Camps, Munster South in Reuben's Gate, Connaut West in Joseph's Gate, Ulster North in Dan's Gate, Leinster East in Judah's Gate, For Albion in Eternity has Sixteen Gates among his Pillars, But the Four towards the West were Walled up, & the Twelve That front the Four other Points were turned Four Square By Los for Jerusalem's sake & called the Gates of Jerusalem: Because Twelve Sons of Jerusalem fled successive thro the Gates. But the Four Sons of Jerusalem who fled not but remain'd Are Rintrah & Palamabron & Theotormon & Bromion, The Four that remain with Los to guard the Western Wall: And these Four remain to guard the Four Walls of Jerusalem, Whose foundations remain in the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland, And in Twelve Counties of Wales, & in the Forty Counties Of England, & in the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland. And the names of the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland are these: Under Judah & Issachar & Zebulun are Lowth, Longford, Eastmeath, Westmeath, Dublin, Kildare, King's County, Queen's County, Wicklow, Catherloh, Wexford, Kilkenny: And those under Reuben & Simeon & Levi are these, Waterford, Tipperary, Cork, Limerick, Kerry, Clare: And those under Ephraim, Manasseh & Benjamin are these, Galway, Roscommon, Mayo, Sligo, Leitrim: And those under Dan, Asher & Napthali are these, Donnegal, Antrim, Tyrone, Fermangall, Armagh, Londonderry, Down, Monaghan, Cavan.

These are the Land of Erin. All these Center in London & in Golgonooza, from whence They are Created continually, East & West & North & South: And from them are Created all the Nations of the Earth, Europe & Asia & Africa & America, in fury Fourfold! And Thirty-two the Nations, to dwell in Jerusalem's Gates. O Come ye Nations, Come ye People, Come up to Jerusalem. Return, Jerusalem, & dwell together as of old: Return, 8? Return: O Albion, let Jerusalem overspread all Nations As in the times of old; O Albion awake! Reuben wanders, The Nations wait for Jerusalem, they look up for the Bride. France, Spain, Italy, Germany, Poland, Russia, Sweden, Turkey, Arabia, Palestine, Persia, Hindostan, China, Tartary, Siberia, Egypt, Lybia, Ethiopia, Guinea, Caffraria, Negroland, Morocco, Congo, Zaara, Canada, Greenland, Carolina, Mexico, Peru, Patagonia, Amazonia, Brazil. Thirty-two Nations, And under these Thirty-two Classes of Islands in the Ocean, All the Nations Peoples & Tongues throughout all the Earth. And the Four Gates of Los surround the Universe Within and Without; & whatever is visible in the Vegetable Earth, the same Is visible in the Mundane Shell : revers'd in mountain & vale. And a Son of Eden was set over each Daughter of Beulah, to guard In Albion's Tomb the wondrous Creation: & the Four-fold Gate Towards Beulah is to the South: Fenelon, Guion, Teresa, Whitefield & Hervey guard that Gate, with all the gentle Souls Who guide the great Wine-press of Love: Four precious Stones that Gate:

SUCH are Cathedron's golden Halls in the City of Golgonooza. And Los's Furnaces howl loud, living, self-moving, lamenting With fury & despair, & they stretch from South to North Thro' all the Four Points: Lo! the Labourers at the Furnaces, Rintrah & Palamabron, Theotormon & Bromion, loud lab'ring With the innumerable multitudes of Golgonooza, round the Anvils Of Death. But how they came forth from the Furnaces & how long, Vast & severe the anguish e'er they knew their Father, were Long to tell, & of the iron rollers, golden axle-trees & yokes Of Brass, iron chains & braces & the gold, silver & brass, Mingled or separate: for swords, arrows, cannons, mortars, The terrible ball, the wedge, the loud sounding hammer of destruction, The sounding flail to thresh, the winnow to winnow kingdoms, The water wheel & mill of many innumerable wheels resistless, Over the Four fold Monarchy from Earth to the Mundane Shell. Perusing Albion's Tomb in the starry characters of Og & Anak: To Create the lion & wolf, the bear, the tyger & ounce: To Create the wooly lamb & downy fowl & scaly serpent, The summer & winter, day & night, the sun & moon & stars, The tree, the plant, the flower, the rock, the stone, the metal, Of Vegetative Nature: by their hard restricting condensations. Where Luvah's World of Opakeness grew to a period, It Became a Limit, a Rocky hardness without form & void, Accumulating without end:

here Los, who is of the Elohim, Opens the Furnaces of affliction in the Emanation, Fixing the Sexual into an ever-prolific Generation, Naming the Limit of Opakeness, Satan, & the Limit of Contraction, Adam, who is Peleg & Joktan: & Esau & Jacob: & Saul & David. Voltaire insinuates that these Limits are the cruel work of God, Mocking the Remover of Limits & the Resurrection of the Dead, Setting up Kings in wrath: in holiness of Natural Religion. Which Los with his mighty Hammer demolishes time on time In miracles & wonders in the Four-fold Desart of Albion, Permanently Creating to be in Time Reveal'd & Demolish'd. Satan, Cain, Tuba], Nimrod, Pharoh, Priam, Bladud, Belin, Arthur, Alfred, the Norman Conqueror, Richard, John, And all the Kings & Nobles of the Earth & all their Glories. These are Created by Rahab & Tirzah in Ulro: but around These, to preserve them from Eternal Death, Los Creates Adam, Noah, Abraham, Moses, Samuel, David, Ezekiel, Dissipating the rocky forms of Death, by his thunderous Hammer. As the Pilgrim passes while the Country permanent remains, So Men pass on ; but States remain permanent for ever. The Spectres of the Dead howl round the porches of Los, In the terrible Family feuds of Albion's cities & villages, To devour the Body of Albion, hung'ring & thirsting & rav'ning. The Sons of Los clothe them & feed & provide houses & gardens: And every Human Vegetated Form in its inward recesses Is a house of ple[as]antness & a garden of delight, Built by the Sons & Daughters of Los in Bowlahoola & in Cathedron. From London to York & Edinburgh the Furnaces rage terrible: Primrose Hill is the mouth of the Furnace & the Iron Door:

THE Four Zoas clouded rage; Urizen stood by Albion, With Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion: These Four are Verulam & London & York & Edinburgh : And the Four Zoas are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona, In opposition deadly, and their Wheels in poisonous And deadly stupor turn'd against each other loud & fierce. N Entering into the Reasoning Power, forsaking Imagination, They became Spectres: & their Human Bodies were reposed In Beulah, by the Daughters of Beulah, with tears & lamentations. The Spectre is the Reasoning Power in Man; & when separated From Imagination, and closing itself as in steel, in a Ratio Of the Things of Memory, It thence frames Laws & Moralities To destroy Imagination, the Divine Body, by Martyrdoms & Wars. Teach me, O Holy Spirit, the Testimony of Jesus! let me Comprehend wonderous things out of the Divine Law. I behold Babylon in the opening Streets of London, I behold Jerusalem in ruins wandering about from house to house. This I behold: the shudderings of death attend my steps. V" I walk up and down in Six Thousand Years: their Events are present before me, To tell how Los in grief & anger, whirling round his Hammer on high, Drave the Sons & Daughters of Albion from their ancient mountains: They became the Twelve Gods of Asia Opposing the Divine Vision. The Sons of Albion are Twelve : the Sons of Jerusalem Sixteen.

I tell how Albion's Sons by Harmonies of Concords & Discords, Opposed to Melody, and by Lights & Shades, opposed to Outline, And by Abstraction, opposed to the Visions of Imagination, By cruel Laws divided Sixteen into Twelve Divisions: How Hyle roof'd Los in Albion's Cliffs, by the Affections rent Asunder & opposed to Thought, to draw Jerusalem's Sons Into the Vortex of his Wheels, therefore Hyle is called Gog, Age after age drawing them away towards Babylon, Babylon, the Rational Morality deluding to death the little ones In strong temptations of stolen beauty : I tell how Reuben slept On London Stone & the Daughters of Albion ran around admiring His awful beauty: with Moral Virtue the fair deciever, offspring Of Good & Evil, they divided him in love upon the Thames & sent Him over Europe in streams of gore out of Cathedron's Looms. How Los drave them from Albion & they became Daughters of Canaan, Hence Albion was call'd the Canaanite & all his Giant Sons. Hence is my Theme. O Lord my Saviour, open thou the Gates And I will lead forth thy Words, telling how the Daughters Cut the Fibres of Reuben, how he roll'd apart & took Root In Bashan, terror-struck Albion's Sons look toward Bashan. They have divided Simeon: he also roll'd apart in blood Over the Nations, till he took Root beneath the shining Looms Of Albion's Daughters in Philistea by the side of Amalek.

They have divided Levi: he hath shot out into Forty eight Roots Over the Land of Canaan: they have divided Judah: He hath took Root in Hebron, in the Land of Hand & Hyle. Dan: Napthali: Gad: Asher: Issachar: Zebulun: roll apart From all the Nations of the Earth to dissipate into Non Entity. I see a Feminine Form arise from the Four terrible Zoas, Beautiful but terrible, struggling to take a form of beauty, Rooted in Shechem: this is Dinah, the youthful form of Erin. The Wound I see in South Molton Street & Stratford place, Whence Joseph & Benjamin roll'd apart away from the Nations: In vain they roll'd apart: they are fix'd into the Land of Cabul.

AND Rahab, Babylon the Great, hath destroyed Jerusalem. Bath stood upon the Severn with Merlin & Bladud & Arthur, The Cup of Rahab in his hand: her Poisons Twenty-seven-fold. And all her Twenty-seven Heavens, now hid & now reveal'd, Appear in strong delusive light of Time & Space, drawn out In shadowy pomp by the Eternal Prophet, created evermore: For Los in Six Thousand Years walks up & down continually, That not one Moment of Time be lost, & every revolution Of Space he makes permanent in Bowlahoola & Cathedron. And these the names of the Twenty-seven Heavens & their Churches: Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Manalaleel, Jared, Enoch, Methuselah, Lamech : these are the Giants mighty, Hermaphroditic. Noah, Shem, Arphaxad, Cainan the Second, Satan, Heber, Peleg, Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah: these are the Female Males: A Male within a Female hid as in an Ark & Curtains. Abraham, Moses, Solomon, Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine, Luther, these Seven are the Male Females: the Dragon Forms: The Female hid within a Male : thus Rahab is reveal'd, Mystery, Babylon the Great: the Abomination of Desolation : Religion hid in War: a Dragon red & hidden Harlot. But Jesus breaking thro' the Central Zones of Death & Hell Opens Eternity in Time & Space: triumphant in Mercy. Thus are the Heavens form'd by Los within the Mundane Shell: And where Luther ends Adam begins again in Eternal Circle, To awake the Prisoners of Death: to bring Albion again With Luvah into light eternal, in his eternal day. But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion.

TO THE CHRISTIANS Devils are False Religions. " Saul, Saul, Why persecutest thou me? " I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball: It will lead you in at Heaven's gate, Built in Jerusalem's wall. WE are told to abstain from fleshly desires that we may lose no time from the Work of the Lord. Every moment lost, is a moment that cannot be redeemed: every pleasure that intermingles with the duty of our station is a folly unredeemable, & is planted like the seed of a wild flower among our wheat. All the tortures of repentance are tortures of self-reproach on account of our leaving the Divine Harvest to the Enemy, the struggles of intanglement with incoherent roots. ' I know of no other Christianity and of no other Gospel than tthe liberty both of body & mind to exercise the Divine Arts of Imagination: Imagination, the real & eternal World of which this Vegetable Universe is but a faint shadow, & in which we shall live in our Eternal or Imaginative Bodies, when these Vegetable Mortal Bodies are no more> The Apostles knew of no other Gospel. What were all their spiritual gifts? What is the Divine Spirit? is the Holy Ghost any other than an Intellectual Fountain? What is the Harvest of the Gospel & its Labours? What is that Talent which it is a curse to hide? What are the Treasures of Heaven which we are to lay up for ourselves, are they any other than Mental Studies & Performances?

What are all the Gifts of the Gospel, are they not all Mental Gifts? Is God a Spirit who must be worshipped in Spirit & in Truth, and are not the Gifts of the Spirit Every-thing to Man? O ye Religious, discountenance every one among you who shall pretend to despise Art & Science! I call upon you in the Name of Jesus! What is the Life of Man but Art & Science? is it Meat & Drink? I is not the Body more than Raiment? What is Mortality but the things relating to the Body, which Dies? What is Immortality but the things relating to the Spirit, which Lives Eternally? What is the Joy of Heaven but Improvement in the things of the Spirit? What are the Pains of Hell but Ignorance, Bodily Lust, Idleness & devastation of the things of the Spirit? Answer this to yourselves, & expel from among you those who pretend to despise the labours of Art & Science, which alone are the labours of the Gospel : Is not this plain & manifest to the thought? Can you think at all, & not pronounce heartily: That to Labour in Knowledge, is to Build up Jerusalem; and to Despise Knowledge, is to Despise Jerusalem & her Builders. And remember: He who despises & mocks a Mental Gift in another, calling it pride & selfishness & sin, mocks Jesus the giver of every Mental Gift, which always appear to the ignorance-loving Hypocrite, as Sins:

but that which is a Sin in the sight of cruel Man, is not so in the sight of our kind God. Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly & publicly before all the World in some Mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem I stood among my valleys of the south, And saw a flame of fire, even as a Wheel Of fire surrounding all the heavens: it went From west to east against the current of Creation, and devour'd all things in its loud Fury & thundering course round heaven & earth. By it the Sun was roll'd into an orb: By it the Moon faded into a globe, Travelling thro the night; for from its dire And restless fury Man himself shrunk up Into a little root a fathom long. And I asked a Watcher & a Holy-One Its Name? he answered: It is the Wheel of Religion. I wept & said: Is this the law of Jesus, This terrible devouring sword turning every way? He answer'd : Jesus died because he strove Against the current of this Wheel: its Name Is Caiaphas, the dark Preacher of Death, Of sin, of sorrow, & of punishment: Opposing Nature! It is Natural Religion. But Jesus is the bright Preacher of Life, Creating Nature from this fiery Law, By self-denial & forgiveness of Sin. Go therefore, cast out devils in Christ's name, Heal thou the sick of spiritual disease, Pity the evil, for thou art not sent To smite with terror & with punishments Those that are sick, like to the Pharisees, Crucifying, & encompassing sea & land For proselytes to tyranny & wrath.

(But to the Publicans & Harlots go! Teach them True Happiness, but let no curse Go forth out of thy mouth to blight their peace. For Hell is open'd to Heaven: thine eyes beheld The dungeons burst & the Prisoners set free. England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death, And close her from thy ancient walls? Thy hills & valleys felt her feet, Gently upon their bosoms move: Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways: Then was a time of joy and love. And now the time returns again: Our souls exult, & London's towers Recieve the Lamb of God to dwell In England's green & pleasant bowers.

r I ^"HE Spectres of Albion's Twelve Sons revolve mightily Over the Tomb & over the Body: rav'ning to devour The Sleeping Humanity. Los with his mace of iron Walks round: loud his threats, loud his blows fall On the rocky Spectres, as the Potter breaks his potsherds: Dashing in pieces Self-righteousnesses, driving them from Albion's Cliffs: dividing them into Male & Female forms in his Furnaces And on his Anvils: lest they destroy the Feminine Affections, They are broken. Loud howl the Spectres in his iron Furnace. While Los laments at his dire labours, viewing Jerusalem, Sitting before his Furnaces clothed in sackcloth of hair; Albion's Twelve Sons surround the Forty-two Gates of Erin, In terrible armour, raging against the Lamb & against Jerusalem, Surrounding them with armies to destroy the Lamb of God. They took their Mother Vala, and they crown'd her with gold: They nam'd her Rahab, & gave her power over the Earth, The Concave Earth round Golgonooza in Entuthan Benython, Even to the stars exalting her Throne, to build beyond the Throne Of God and the Lamb, to destroy the Lamb & usurp the Throne of God, Drawing their Ulro Voidness round the Four-fold Humanity. Naked Jerusalem lay before the Gates upon Mount Zion, The Hill of Giants, all her foundations levell'd with the dust: Her Twelve Gates thrown down: her children carried into captivity: Herself in chains: this from within was seen in a dismal night Outside, unknown before in Beulah, & the twelve gates were fill'd With blood:

from Japan, eastward, to the Giants causway, west, In Erin's Continent: and Jerusalem wept upon Euphrates' banks Disorganiz'd: an evanescent shade, scarce seen or heard among Her children's Druid Temples, dropping with blood, wander'd weeping! And thus her voice went forth in the darkness of Philisthea. My brother & my father are no more! God hath forsaken me! The arrows of the Almighty pour upon me & my children ! I have sinned and am an outcast from the Divine Presence !

MY tents are fall'n! my pillars are in ruins! my children dash'd Upon Egypt's iron floors, & the marble pavements of Assyria! I melt my soul in reasonings among the towers of Heshbon: Mount Zion is become a cruel rock, & no more dew S Nor rain: no more the spring of the rock appears: but cold, Hard & obdurate are the furrows of the mountain of wine & oil; The mountain of blessing is itself a curse & an astonishment: The hills of Judah are fallen with me into the deepest hell, Away from the Nations of the Earth, & from the Cities of the Nations; I walk to Ephraim, I seek for Shiloh; I walk like a lost sheep Among precipices of despair: in Goshen I seek for light In vain: and in Gilead for a physician and a comforter. Goshen hath follow'd Philistea: Gilead hath join'd with Og: They are become narrow places in a little and dark land: How distant far from Albion! his hills & his valleys no more Recieve the feet of Jerusalem : they have cast me quite away : And Albion is himself shrunk to a narrow rock in the midst of the sea! The plains of Sussex & Surrey, their hills of flocks & herds, No more seek to Jerusalem nor to the sound of my Holy-ones. The Fifty-two Counties of England are harden'd against me As if I was not their Mother, they despise me & cast me out.

London cover'd the whole Earth, England encompass'd the Nations, And all the Nations of the Earth were seen in the Cities of Albion. My pillars reach'd from sea to sea; London beheld me come From my east & from my west, he blessed me and gave His children to my breasts, his sons & daughters to my knees. His aged parents sought me out in every city & village: They discern'd my countenance with joy; they shew'd me to their sons, Saying, Lo Jerusalem is here! she sitteth in our secret chambers. Levi and Judah & Issachar: Ephram, Manasseh, Gad and Dan Are seen in our hills & valleys: they keep our flocks & herds: They watch them in the night; and the Lamb of God appears among us. The river Severn stay'd his course at my command: Thames poured his waters into my basons and baths: Medway mingled with Kishon: Thames reciev'd the heavenly Jordan. Albion gave me to the whole Earth to walk up & down; to pour Joy upon every mountain, to teach songs to the shepherd & plowman. I taught the ships of the sea to sing the songs of Zion. Italy saw me, in sublime astonishment: France was wholly mine, As my garden & as my secret bath: Spain was my heavenly couch, I slept in his golden hills ; the Lamb of God met me there, There we walked as in our secret chamber among our little ones.

They looked upon our loves with joy: they beheld our secret joys: With holy raptures of adoration rap'd sublime in the visions of God. Germany, Poland & the North wooed my footsteps, they found My gates in all their mountains & my curtains in all their vales: The furniture of their houses was the furniture of my chamber. Turkey & Grecia saw my instr[u]ments of music, they arose, They siez'd the harp, the flute, the mellow horn of Jerusalem's joy, They sounded thanksgivings in my courts: Egypt & Lybia heard, The swarthy sons of Ethiopia stood round the Lamb of God Enquiring for Jerusalem: he led them up my steps to my altar. And thou, America! I once beheld thee but now behold no more Thy golden mountains where my Cherubim & Seraphim rejoic'd Together among my little-ones. But now, my Altars run with blood, My fires are corrupt, my incense is a cloudy pestilence Of seven diseases! Once a continual cloud of salvation rose From all my myriads: once the Four-fold World rejoic'd among The pillars of Jerusalem, between my winged Cherubim: But now I am clos'd out from them in the narrow passages Of the valleys of destruction, into a dark land of pitch & bitumen, From Albion's Tomb afar and from the four-fold wonders of God, Shrunk to a narrow doleful form in the dark land of Cabul ; There is Reuben & Gad & Joseph & Judah & Levi, clos'd up In narrow vales;

I walk & count the bones of my beloveds Along the Valley of Destruction, among these Druid Temples Which overspread all the Earth in patriarchal pomp & cruel pride. Tell me, O Vala, thy purposes; tell me wherefore thy shuttles Drop with the gore of the slain; why Euphrates is red with blood; Wherefore in dreadful majesty & beauty outside appears Thy Masculine from thy Feminine, hardening against the heavens To devour the Human! Why dost thou weep upon the wind among These cruel Druid Temples? O Vala! Humanity is far above Sexual organization, & the Visions of the Night of Beulah, Where Sexes wander in dreams of bliss among the Emanations, Where the Masculine & Feminine are nurs'd into Youth & Maiden By the tears and smiles of Beulah's Daughters till the time of Sleep is past: Wherefore then do you realize these nets of beauty & delusion In open day to draw the souls of the Dead into the light, Till Albion is shut out from every Nation under Heaven?

ENCOMPASS'D by the frozen Net and by the rooted Tree I walk weeping in pangs of a Mother's torment for her Children. I walk in affliction: I am a worm, and no living soul! A worm going to eternal torment: rais'd up in a night To an eternal night of pain, lost! lost! lost! forever! Beside her Vala howl'd upon the winds in pride of beauty, ° Lamenting among the timbrels of the Warriors, among the Captives In cruel holiness: and her lamenting songs were from Arnon And Jordan to Euphrates. Jerusalem follow'd trembling Her children in captivity, listening to Vala's lamentation In the thick cloud & darkness, & the voice went forth from The cloud. O rent in sunder from Jerusalem the Harlot daughter! In an eternal condemnation, in fierce burning flames Of torment unendurable: and if once a Delusion be found Woman must perish & the Heavens of Heavens remain no more. My Father gave to me command to murder Albion In unreviving Death: my Love, my Luvah order'd me in night To murder Albion, the King of Men: he fought in battles fierce, He conquer'd Luvah my beloved: he took me and my Father, He slew them: I revived them to life in my warm bosom. He saw them issue from my bosom, dark in Jealousy He burn'd before me; Luvah fram'd the Knife & Luvah gave The Knife into his daughter's hand ; such thing was never known Before in Albion's land, that one should die a death never to be reviv'd !

For in our battles we the Slain men view with pity and love, We soon revive them in the secret of our tabernacles. But I Vala, Luvah's daughter, keep his body embalm'd in moral laws, With spices of sweet odours of lovely jealous stupefaction, Within my bosom, lest he arise to life & slay my Luvah. Pity me then O Lamb of God! O Jesus pity me! Come into Luvah's Tents and seek not to revive the Dead! So sang she: and the Spindle turn'd furious as she sang: The Children of Jerusalem, the Souls of those who sleep, Were caught into the flax of her DistafF, & in her Cloud, To weave Jerusalem a body according to her will, A Dragon form on Zion Hill's most ancient promontory. The Spindle turn'd in blood & fire : loud sound the trumpets Of war: the cymbals play loud before the Captains, With Cambel & Gwendolen in dance and solemn song. The Cloud of Rahab vibrating with the Daughters of Albion, Los saw terrified, melted with pity & divided in wrath: He sent them over the narrow seas in pity and love Among the Four Forests of Albion which overspread all the Earth. They go forth & return swift as a flash of lightning, Among the tribes of warriors, among the Stones of power: Against Jerusalem they rage thro* all the Nations of Europe, Thro" Italy & Grecia, to Lebanon & Persia & India.

The Serpent Temples thro' the Earth, from the wide Plain, of Salisbury, Resound with cries of Victims, shouts & songs & dying groans And flames of dusky fire, to Amalelc, Canaan and Moab. And Rahab like a dismal and indefinite hovering Cloud Refus'd to take a definite form, she hover'd over all the Earth Calling the definite, sin, defacing every definite form: Invisible or Visible, stretch'd out in length or spread in breadth Over the Temples, drinking groans of victims weeping in pity, And joying in the pity, howling over Jerusalem's walls. Hand slept on Skiddaw's tops, drawn by the love of beautiful Cambel: his bright beaming Counterpart, divided from him. And her delusive light beam'd fierce above the Mountain, Soft, invisible, drinking his sighs in sweet intoxication: Drawing out fibre by fibre, returning to Albion's Tree At night, and in the morning to Skiddaw: she sent him over Mountainous Wales into the Loom of Cathedron fibre by fibre : He ran in tender nerves across Europe to Jerusalem's Shade, To weave Jerusalem a Body repugnant to the Lamb. Hyle on East Moor, in rocky Derbyshire, rav'd to the Moon For Gwendolen: she took up in bitter tears his anguish'd heart, That apparent to all in Eternity glows like the Sun in the breast: She hid it in his ribs & back: she hid his tongue with teeth In terrible convulsions, pitying & gratified, drunk with pity, Glowing with loveliness before him, becoming apparent According to his changes:

she roll'd his kidneys round Into two irregular forms: and looking on Albion's dread Tree, She wove two vessels of seed, beautiful as Skiddaw's snow, Giving them bends of self interest & selfish natural virtue: She hid them in his loins; raving he ran among the rocks, Compell'd into a shape of Moral Virtue against the Lamb, The invisible lovely one giving him a form according to His Law, a form against the Lamb of God, oppos'd to Mercy, And playing in the thunderous Loom in sweet intoxication: Filling cups of silver & crystal with shrieks & cries, with groans And dolorous sobs: the wine of lovers in the Wine-press of Luvah. O sister Cambel, said Gwendolen, as their long beaming light Mingled above the Mountain, what shall we do to keep These awful forms in our soft bands: distracted with trembling

I HAVE mock'd those who refused cruelty, & I have admired The cruel Warrior, I have refused to give love to Merlin the piteous. He brings to me the Images of his Love & I reject in chastity And turn them out into the streets for Harlots, to be food To the stern Warrior. I am become perfect in beauty over my Warrior, For Men are caught by Love: Woman is caught by Pride, That Love may only be obtain'd in the passages of Death. Let us look: let us examine: is the Cruel become an Infant Or is he still a cruel Warrior? look Sisters, look! O piteous! I have destroy'd Wand'ring Reuben who strove to bind my Will, I have strip'd off Joseph's beautiful integument for my Beloved, The Cruel-one of Albion, to clothe him in gems of my Zone. I have named him Jehovah of Hosts. Humanity is become A weeping Infant in ruin'd lovely Jerusalem's folding Cloud! In Heaven Love begets Love: but Fear is the Parent of Earthly Love! 6 And he who will not bend to Love must be subdu'd by Fear.

I HAVE heard Jerusalem's groans; from Vala's cries & lamentations I gather our eternal fate, Outcasts from life and love: Unless we find a way to bind these awful Forms to our Embrace we shall perish annihilate, discover'd our Delusions. Look! I have wrought without delusion: Look! I have wept: And given soft milk mingled together with the spirits of flocks Of lambs and doves, mingled together in cups and dishes Of painted clay; the mighty Hyle is become a weeping infant: Soon shall the Spectres of the Dead follow my weaving threads. The Twelve Daughters of Albion attentive listen in secret shades On Cambridge and Oxford beaming soft, uniting with Rahab's cloud, While Gwendolen spoke to Cambel, turning soft the spinning reel: Or throwing the wing'd shuttle: or drawing the cords with softest songs. The golden cords of the Looms animate beneath their touches soft, Along the Island white, among the Druid Temples, while Gwendolen Spoke to the Daughters of Albion standing on Skiddaw's top. So saying she took a Falshood & hid it in her left hand: To entice her Sisters away to Babylon on Euphrates. And thus she closed her left hand and utter'd her Falshood: Forgetting that Falshood is prophetic, she hid her hand behind her, Upon her back behind her loins & thus utter'd her Deceit. I heard Enitharmon say to Los : Let the Daughters of Albion Be scatter'd abroad and let the name of Albion be forgotten :

Divide them into three; name them Amalek, Canaan & Moab. Let Albion remain a desolation without an inhabitant: And let the Looms of Enitharmon & the Furnaces of Los Create Jerusalem, & Babylon & Egypt & Moab & Amalek, And Helle & Hesperia & Hindostan & China & Japan: But hide America, for a Curse, an Altar of Victims & a Holy Place. See Sisters, Canaan is pleasant, Egypt is as the Garden of Eden : Babylon is our chief desire, Moab our bath in summer: Let us lead the stems of this Tree, let us plant it before Jerusalem, To judge the Friend of Sinners to death without the Veil: To cut her off from America, to close up her secret Ark: And the fury of Man exhaust in War, Woman permanent remain. See how the fires of our loins point eastward to Babylon! Look, Hyle is become an infant Love! look! behold! see him lie Upon my bosom, look! here is the lovely wayward form That gave me sweet delight by his torments beneath my Veil! By the fruit of Albion's Tree I have fed him with sweet milk, By contentions of the mighty for Sacrifice of Captives: Humanity, the Great Delusion, is chang'd to War & Sacrifice: I have nail'd his hands on Beth Rabbim & his hands on Heshbon's Wall: O that I could live in his sight: O that I could bind him to my arm.

So saying, She drew aside her Veil from Mam-Tor to Dovedale, Discovering her own perfect beauty to the Daughters of Albion And Hyle a winding Worm beneath and not a weeping Infant. Trembling & pitying she scream'd & fled upon the wind: Hyle was a winding Worm and herself perfect in beauty: The desarts tremble at his wrath, they shrink themselves in fear. Cambel trembled with jealousy: she trembled! she envied! The envy ran thro' Cathedron's Looms into the Heart Of mild Jerusalem, to destroy the Lamb of God. Jerusalem Languish'd upon Mount Olivet, East of mild Zion's Hill. Los saw the envious blight above his Seventh Furnace, On London's Tower on the Thames: he drew Cambel in wrath Into his thundering Bellows, heaving it for a loud blast : And with the blast of his Furnace upon fishy Billingsgate, Beneath Albion's fatal Tree, before the Gate of Los, Shew'd her the fibres of her beloved to ameliorate The envy : loud she labour'd in the Furnace of fire, To form the mighty form of Hand according to her will. In the Furnaces of Los & in the Wine-press treading day & night, <* THE UNIVER3I1 or , . -.0.411 Naked among the human clusters: bringing wine of anguish To feed the afflicted in the Furnaces: she minded not The raging flames, tho' she return'd instead of beauty Deformity: she gave her beauty to another: bearing abroad Her struggling torment in her iron arms:

and like a chain, Binding his wrists & ankles with the iron arms of love. Gwendolen saw the Infant in her sister's arms: she howl'd Over the forests with bitter tears, and over the winding Worm, Repentant: and she also in the eddying wind of Los's Bellows Began her dolorous task of love in the Wine-press of Luvah, To form the Worm into a form of love by tears & pain. The Sisters saw: trembling ran thro' their Looms, soften[in]g mild Towards London: then they saw the Furna[c]es open'd, & in tears Began to give their souls away in the Furna[c]es of affliction. Los saw & was comforted at his Furnaces, uttering thus his voice. I know I am Urthona, keeper of the Gates of Heaven, So And that I can at will expatiate in the Gardens of bliss ; But pangs of love draw me down to my loins, which are Become a fountain of veiny pipes: O Albion! my brother!

CORRUP[T]ABILITY appears upon thy limbs, and never more Can I arise and leave thy side, but labour here incessant Till thy awaking: yet alas, I shall forget Eternity! Against the Patriarchal pomp and cruelty labouring incessant I shall become an Infant horror. Enion! Tharmas! friends! Absorb me not in such dire grief: O Albion, my brother! Jerusalem hungers in the desart; affection to her children! The scorn'd and contemn'd youthful girl, where shall she fly? Sussex shuts up her Villages. Hants, Devon & Wilts, Surrounded with masses of stone in order'd forms, determine then A form for Vala and a form for Luvah, here on the Thames, Where the Victim nightly howls beneath the Druid's knife: A Form of Vegetation, nail them down on the stems of Mystery. when shall the Saxon return with the English his redeemed brother? O when shall the Lamb of God descend among the Reprobate? woo to Amalek to protect my fugitives, Amalek trembles: I call to Canaan & Moab in my night watches, they mourn: They listen not to my cry, they rejoice among their warriors. Woden and Thor and Friga wholly consume my Saxons, On their enormous Altars built in the terrible north. From Ireland's rocks to Scandinavia, Persia and Tartary, From the Atlantic Sea to the universal Erythrean, Found ye London! enormous City! weeps thy River? Upon his parent bosom lay thy little ones, O Land Forsaken. Surrey and Sussex are Enitharmon's Chamber, Where I will build her a Couch of repose & my pillars Shall surround her in beautiful labyrinths:

Oothoon? Where hides my child? in Oxford hidest thou with Antamon? In graceful hidings of error, in merciful deceit, Lest Hand the terrible destroy his Affection, thou hidest her: In chaste appearances for sweet deceits of love & modesty, Immingled, interwoven, glistening to the sickening sight. Let Cambel and her Sisters sit within the Mundane Shell: Forming the fluctuating Globe according to their will, According as they weave the little embryon nerves & veins, The Eye, the little Nostrils, & the delicate Tongue & Ears Of labyrinthine intricacy: so shall they fold the World, That whatever is seen upon the Mundane shell, the same Be seen upon the Fluctuating Earth woven by the Sisters. And sometimes the Earth shall roll in the Abyss & sometimes Stand in the Center & sometimes stretch flat in the Expanse, According to the will of the lovely Daughters of Albion, Sometimes it shall assimilate with mighty Golgonooza, Touching its summits: & sometimes divided roll apart. As a beautiful Veil so these Females shall fold & unfold According to their will the outside surface of the Earth, An outside shadowy Surface superadded to the real Surface: Which is unchangeable for ever & ever. Amen: so be it! Separate Albion's Sons gently from their Emanations, Weaving powers of delight on the current of infant Thames Where the old Parent still retains his youth, as I, alas ! Retain my youth eight thousand and five hundred years.

The labourer of ages in the Valleys of Despair! The land is mark'd for desolation & unless we plant The seeds of Cities & of Villages in the Human bosom Albion must be a rock of blood: mark ye the points Where Cities shall remain, & where Villages: for the rest, It must lie in confusion till Albany's time of awaking. Place the Tribes of Llewellyn in America for a hiding place, Till sweet Jerusalem emanates again into Eternity. The night falls thick: I go upon my watch: be attentive: The Sons of Albion go forth; I follow from my Furnaces, That they return no more: that a place be prepared on Euphrates. Listen to your Watchmans voice: sleep not before the Furnaces: Eternal Death stands at the door. O God, pity our labours. So Los spoke to the Daughters of Beulah, while his Emanation Like a faint rainbow waved before him in the awful gloom Of London City on the Thames from Surrey Hills to Highgate: Swift turn the silver spindles, & the golden weights play soft And lulling harmonies beneath the Looms, from Caithness in the north To Lizard-point & Dover in the south : his Emanation Joy'd in the many weaving threads in bright Cathedron's Dome, Weaving the Web of life for Jerusalem: the Web of life Down flowing into Entuthon's Vales glistens with soft affections. While Los arose upon his Watch, and down from Golgonooza, Putting on his golden sandals to walk from mountain to mountain, He takes his way, girding himself with gold & in his hand Holding his iron mace:

The Spectre remains attentive. Alternate they watch in night; alternate labour in day, Before the Furnaces labouring, while Los all night watches The stars rising & setting, & the meteors & terrors of night. With him went down the Dogs of Leutha at his feet, They lap the water of the trembling Thames, then follow swift. And thus he heard the voice of Albion's daughters on Euphrates. Our Father Albion's land: O, it was a lovely land! & the Daughters of Beulah Walked up and down in its green mountains; but Hand is fled Away, & mighty Hyle; & after them Jerusalem is gone: Awake

HIGHGATE'S heights & Hampstead's, to Poplar, Hackney & Bow; To Islington & Paddington & the Brook of Albion's River. We builded Jerusalem as a City & a Temple; from Lambeth We began our Foundations; lovely Lambeth, O lovely Hills Of Camberwell, we shall behold you no more in glory & pride, For Jerusalem lies in ruins & the Furnaces of Los are builded there: You are now shrunk up to a narrow Rock in the midst of the Sea. But here we build Babylon on Euphrates, compell'd to build And to inhabit, our Little-ones to clothe in armour of the gold Of Jerusalem's Cherubims & to forge them swords of her Altars. I see London blind & age bent begging thro' the Streets Of Babylon, led by a child, his tears run down his beard. The voice of Wandering Reuben ecchoes from street to street, In all the Cities of the Nations, Paris, Madrid, Amsterdam. The Corner of Broad Street weeps; Poland Street languishes To Great Queen Street & Lincoln's Inn: all is distress & woe. The night falls thick: Hand comes from Albion in his strength: He combines into a Mighty-one, the Double Molech & Chemosh, Marching thro' Egypt in his fury: the East is pale at his course: The Nations of India, the Wild Tartar that never knew Man, Starts from his lofty places & casts down his tents & flees away. But we woo him all the night in songs. O Los come forth, O Los Divide us from these terrors & give us power them to subdue. Arise upon thy Watches, let us see thy Globe of fire On Albion's Rocks & let thy voice be heard upon Euphrates. Thus sang the Daughters in lamentation, uniting into One With Rahab as she turn'd the iron Spindle of destruction. Terrified at the Sons of Albion they took the Falshood which Gwendolen hid in her left hand, it grew & grew till it

BECAME a Space & an Allegory around the Winding Worm: They nam'd it Canaan & built for it a tender Moon. Los smil'd with joy, thinking on Enitharmon, & he brought Reuben from his twelvefold wand'rings & led him into it, Planting the Seeds of the Twelve Tribes & Moses & David: And gave a Time & Revolution to the Space, Six Thousand Years. He call'd it Divine Analogy, for in Beulah the Feminine Emanations Create Space, the Masculine Create Time, & plant The Seeds of beauty in the Space: list'ning to their lamentation Los walks upon his ancient Mountains in the deadly darkness, Among his Furnaces directing his laborious Myriads, watchful Looking to the East: & his voice is heard over the whole Earth As he watches the Furnaces by night, & directs the labourers. And thus Los replies upon his Watch: the Valleys listen silent, The Stars stand still to hear: Jerusalem & Vala cease to mourn: His voice is heard from Albion: the Alps & Appenines Listen: Hermon & Lebanon bow their crowned heads: Babel & Shinar look toward the Western Gate, they sit down Silent at his voice; they view the red Globe of fire in Los's hand, As he walks from Furnace to Furnace directing the labourers. And this is the Song of Los, the Song that he sings on his Watch. lovely mild Jerusalem! O Shiloh of Mount Ephraim! see thy Gates of precious stones ;

thy Walls of gold & silver. Thou art the soft reflected Image of the Sleeping Man, 2s Who stretch'd on Albion's rocks reposes amidst his Twenty-eight Cities; where Beulah lovely terminates, in the hills & valleys of Albion. Cities not yet embodied in Time and Space: plant ye The Seeds, O Sisters, in the bosom of Time & Space's womb To spring up for Jerusalem: lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion. Why wilt thou rend thyself apart & build an Earthly Kingdom, To reign in pride & to opress & to mix the Cup of Delusion, O thou that dwellest with Babylon! Come forth, O lovely-one!

I SEE thy Form, O lovely mild Jerusalem, Wing'd with Six Wings In the opacous Bosom of the Sleeper, lovely Three fold In Head & Heart & Reins, three Universes of love & beauty. Thy forehead bright: Holiness to the Lord: with Gates of pearl Reflects Eternity beneath thy azure wings of feathery down, Ribb'd delicate & cloth'd with feather'd gold & azure & purple, From thy white shoulders shadowing, purity in holiness! Thence feather'd with soft crimson of the ruby bright as fire Spreading into the azure Wings which like a canopy Bends over thy immortal Head, in which Eternity dwells. Albion, beloved Land! I see thy mountains & thy hills And valleys & thy pleasant Cities, Holiness to the Lord. I see the Spectres of thy Dead, O Emanation of Albion. Thy Bosom white, translucent, cover'd with immortal gems, A sublime ornament not obscuring the outlines of beauty, Terrible to behold for thy extreme beauty & perfection: Twelve-fold, here all the Tribes of Israel I behold Upon the Holy Land: I see the River of Life & Tree of Life, I see the New Jerusalem descending out of Heaven Between thy Wings of gold & silver feather'd, immortal, Clear as the rainbow, as the cloud of the Sun's tabernacle. Thy Reins cover'd with Wings translucent, sometimes covering And sometimes spread abroad, reveal the flames of holiness, Which like a robe covers, & like a Veil of Seraphim In flaming fire unceasing burns from Eternity to Eternity.

Twelvefold 1 there behold Israel in her Tents. », A Pillar of a Cloud by day: a Pillar of fire by night Guides them: there I behold Moab & Ammon & Amalek. There Bells of silver round thy knees living articulate Comforting sounds of Jove & harmony, & on thy feet Sandals of gold & pearl, & Egypt & Assyria before me, The Isles of Javan, Philistea, Tyre & Lebanon. Thus Los sings upon his Watch, walking from Furnace to Furnace. He siezes his Hammer every hour : flames surround him as He beats; seas roll beneath his feet, tempests muster Around his head, the thick hail stones stand ready to obey His voice in the black cloud, his Sons labour in thunders At his Furnaces; his Daughters at their Looms sing woes. His Emanation separates in milky fibres agonizing Among the golden Looms of Cathedron, sending fibres of love From Golgonooza with sweet visions for Jerusalem, wanderer. Nor can any consummate bliss without being Generated On Earth, of those whose Emanations weave the loves Of Beulah for Jerusalem & Shiloh, in immortal Golgonooza, Concentering in the majestic form of Erin in eternal tears, Viewing the Winding Worm on the Desarts of Great Tartary, Viewing Los in his shudderings, pouring balm on his sorrows: So dread is Los's fury, that none dare him to approach Without becoming his Children in the Furnaces of affliction. And Enitharmon like a faint rainbow waved before him, Filling with Fibres from his loins which redden'd with desire Into a Globe of blood beneath his bosom, trembling in darkness Of Albion's clouds:

he fed it, with his tears & bitter groans Hiding his Spectre in invisibility from the timorous Shade Till it became a separated cloud of beauty, grace & love, Among the darkness of his Furnaces dividing asunder till She separated stood before him, a lovely Female weeping, Even Enitharmon separated outside, & his Loins closed And heal'd after the separation: his pains he soon forgot, Lured by her beauty outside of himself in shadowy grief. Two Wills they had: Two Intellects: & not as in times of old. Silent they wander'd hand in hand like two Infants wand'ring From Enion in the desarts, terrified at each others beauty, Envying each other yet desiring, in all devouring Love.

REPELLING weeping Enion, blind & age-bent, into the fourfold Desarts, Los first broke silence & began to utter his love. lovely Enitharmon! I behold thy graceful forms Moving beside me till, intoxicated with the woven labyrinth Of beauty & perfection, my wild fibres shoot in veins Of blood thro' all my nervous limbs: soon overgrown in roots shall be closed from thy sight, sieze therefore in thy hand The small fibres as they shoot around me: draw out in pity And let them run on the winds of thy bosom: I will fix them With pulsations, we will divide them into Sons & Daughters, To live in thy Bosom's translucence as in an eternal morning. Enitharmon answer'd. No! I will sieze thy fibres & weave Them, not as thou wilt but as I will, for I will Create A round Womb beneath my bosom, lest I also be over woven With Love; be thou assured I never will be thy slave. Let Man's delight be Love; but Woman's delight be Pride. In Eden our Loves were the same, here they are opposite. I have Loves of my own, I will weave them in Albion's Spectre. Cast thou in Jerusalem's shadows thy Loves; silk of liquid Rubies, Jacinths, Crysolites, issuing from thy Furnaces. While Jerusalem divides thy care, while thou carest for Jerusalem, Know that I never will be thine: also thou hidest Vala: From her these fibres shoot to shut me in a Grave. You are Albion's Victim, he has set his Daughter in your path.

LOS answer'd, sighing like the Bellows of his Furnaces. I care not! the swing of my Hammer shall measure the starry round. When in Eternity Man converses with Man they enter Into each others Bosom (which are Universes of delight) In mutual interchange, and first their Emanations meet Surrounded by their Children: if they embrace & comingle The Human Four-fold Forms mingle also in thunders of Intellect. But if the Emanations mingle not: with storms & agitations Of earthquakes & consuming fires they roll apart in fear. For Man cannot unite with Man but by their Emanations, Which stand both Male & Female at the Gates of each Humanity. How then can I ever again be united as Man with Man While thou, my Emanation, refusest my Fibres of dominion? When Souls mingle & join thro' all the Fibres of Brotherhood Can there be any secret joy on Earth greater than this? Enitharmon answer'd: This is Woman's World, nor need she any Spectre to defend her from Man. I will Create secret places, And the masculine names of the places, Merlin & Arthur. A triple Female Tabernacle for Moral Law I weave That he who loves Jesus may loathe terrified Female love, Till God himself become a Male subservient to the Female. She spoke in scorn & jealousy, alternate torments; and So speaking she sat down on Sussex shore, singing lulling Cadences, & playing in sweet intoxication among the glistening Fibres of Los:

sending them over the Ocean eastward into The realms of dark death ; O perverse to thyself, contrarious To thy own purposes! for when she began to weave, Shooting out in sweet pleasure, her bosom in milky Love Flow'd into the aching fibres of Los, yet contending against him, In pride send(ind)ing his Fibres over to her objects of jealousy, In the little lovely Allegoric Night of Albion's Daughters Which stretch'd abroad, expanding east & west & north & south, Thro' all the World of Erin & of Los & all their Children. A sullen smile broke from the Spectre in mockery & scorn: Knowing himself the author of their divisions & shrinkings, gratified At their contentions, he wiped his tears, he wash'd his visage. The Man who respects Woman shall be despised by Woman: And deadly cunning, & mean abjectness only, shall enjoy them. For I will make their places of joy & love, excrementitious, Continually building, continually destroying in Family feuds. While you are under the dominion of a jealous Female, Unpermanent for ever because of love & jealousy, You shall want all the Minute Particulars of Life. Thusjoy'd the Spectre in the dusky fires of Los's Forge, eyeing Enitharmon who at her shining Looms sings lulling cadences, While Los stood at his Anvil in wrath, the victim of their love And hate: dividing the Space of Love with brazen Compasses In Golgonooza & in Udan-Adan & in Entuthon of Urizen.

The blow of his Hammer is Justice, the swing of his Hammer Mercy, The force of Los's Hammer is eternal Forgiveness; but His rage or his mildness were vain, she scatter'd his love on the wind Eastward into her own Center, creating the Female Womb In mild Jerusalem around the Lamb of God. Loud howl The Furnaces of Los! loud roll the Wheels of Enitharmon! The Four Zoas in all their faded majesty burst out in fury And fire. Jerusalem took the Cup which foam'd in Vala's hand, Like the red Sun upon the mountains in the bloody day, Upon the Hermaphroditic Wine-presses of Love & Wrath.

THO' divided by the Cross & Nails & Thorns & Spear, In cruelties of Rahab & Tirzah permanent endure A terrible indefinite Hermaphroditic form: A Wine-press of Love & Wrath, double, Hermaphroditic, Twelvefold in Allegoric pomp, in selfish holiness: The Pharisaion, the Grammateis, the Presbuterion, The Archiereus, the lereus, the Saddusaion, double Each withoutside of the other, covering eastern heaven. Thus was the Covering Cherub reveal'd, majestic image Of Selfhood, Body put off, the Antichrist accursed, Cover'd with precious stones, a "Human Dragon terrible And bright, stretch'd over Europe & Asia gorgeous. In three nights he devour'd the rejected corse of death. His Head dark, deadly, in its Brain incloses a reflexion Of Eden all perverted: Egypt on the Gihon, many tongued And many mouth'd: Ethiopia, Lybia, the Sea of Rephaim. Minute Particulars in slavery I behold among the brick-kilns Disorganiz'd, & there is Pharoh in his iron Court: And the Dragon of the River & the Furnaces of iron. Outwoven from Thames & Tweed & Severn, awful streams, Twelve ridges of Stone frown over all the Earth in tyrant pride, Frown over each River, stupendous Works of Albion's Druid Sons And Albion's Forests of Oaks cover'd the Earth from Pole to Pole. His Bosom wide reflects Moab & Ammon on the River Pison, since call'd Arnon, there is Heshbon beautiful, The Rocks of Rabbath on the Arnon & the Fish-pools of Heshbon Whose currents flow into the Dead Sea by Sodom & Gomorra.

Above his Head high arching Wings, black, fill'd with Eyes, Spring upon iron sinews from the Scapulas & Os Humeri. There Israel in bondage to his Generalizing Gods, Molech & Chemosh, & in his left breast is Philistea In Druid Temples over the whole Earth with Victim's Sacrifice, From Gaza to Damascus, Tyre & Sidon & the Gods Of Javan, thro' the Isles of Grecia & all Europe's Kings, Where Hiddekel pursues his course among the rocks. Two Wings spring from his ribs of brass, starry, black as night, But translucent their blackness as the dazling of gems. His Loins inclose Babylon on Euphrates beautiful, And Rome in sweet Hesperia, there Israel scatter'd abroad In martyrdoms & slavery I behold: ah vision of sorrow! Inclosed by eyeless Wings, glowing with fire as the iron Heated in the Smith's forge, but cold the wind of their dread Fury. But in the midst of a devouring Stomach, Jerusalem Hidden within the Covering Cherub as in a Tabernacle Of threefold workmanship, in allegoric delusion & woe. There the Seven Kings of Canaan & Five Baalim of Philistea, Sihon & Og, the Anakim & Emim, Nephilim & Gibborim, From Babylon to Rome: & the Wings spread from Japan, Where the Red Sea terminates the World of Generation & Death, To Irelands farthest rocks where Giants builded their Causeway Into the Sea of Rephaim, but the Sea o'erwhelm'd them all. A Double Female now appear'd

within the Tabernacle, Religion hid in War, a Dragon red & hidden Harlot, Each within other, but without a Warlike Mighty-one, Of dreadful power, sitting upon Horeb pondering dire And mighty preparations, mustering multitudes innumerable Of warlike sons among the sands of Midian & Aram. For multitudes of those who sleep in Alia descend, Lured by his warlike symphonies of tabret pipe & harp, Burst the bottoms of the Graves & Funeral Arks of Beulah: Wandering in that unknown Night beyond the silent Grave They became One with the Antichrist & are absorb'd in him.

THE Feminine separates from the Masculine & both from Man, Ceasing to be His Emanations, Life to Themselves assuming : And while they circumscribe his Brain, & while they circumscribe His Heart, & while they circumscribe his Loins: a Veil & Net Of Veins of red Blood grows around them like a scarlet robe, Covering them from the sight of Man like the woven Veil of Sleep, Such as the Flowers of Beulah weave to be their Funeral Mantles: But dark, opake, tender to touch, & painful: & agonizing To the embrace of love, & to the mingling of soft fibres Of tender affection, that no more the Masculine mingles With the Feminine, but the sublime is shut out from the Pathos In howling torment, to build stone walls of separation, compelling ^ The Pathos to weave curtains of hiding secrecy from the torment. Bowen & Conwenna stood on Skiddaw cutting the Fibres Of Benjamin from Chester's River: loud the River, loud, the Mersey And the Ribble, thunder into the Irish sea, as the Twelve Sons Of Albion drank & imbibed the Life & eternal Form of Luvah. Cheshire & Lancashire & Westmoreland groan in anguish. As they cut the fibres from the Rivers he sears them with hot Iron of his Forge, & fixes them into Bones of chalk & Rock. Conwenna sat above: with solemn cadences she drew Fibres of life out from the Bones into her golden Loom.

Hand had his Furnace on Highgate's heights & it reach'd To Brockley Hills across the Thames; he with double Boadicea In cruel pride cut Reuben apart from the Hills of Surrey, Comingling with Luvah & with the Sepulcher of Luvah. For the Male is a Furnace of beryll : the Female is a golden Loom. Los cries: No Individual ought to appropriate to Himself Or to his Emanation, any of the Universal Characteristics Of David or of Eve, of the Woman, or of the Lord, Of Reuben or of Benjamin, of Joseph or Judah or Levi. Those who dare appropriate to themselves Universal Attributes Are the Blasphemous Selfhoods & must be broken asunder. A Vegetated Christ & a Virgin Eve, are the Hermaphroditic Blasphemy: by his Maternal Birth he is that Evil-One And his Maternal Humanity must be put off Eternally, Lest the Sexual Generation swallow up Regeneration : , Come Lord Jesus, take on thee the Satanic Body of Holiness! So Los cried in the Valleys of Middlesex in the Spirit of Prophecy, While in Selfhood Hand & Hyle & Bowen & Skofeld appropriate The Divine Names: seeking to Vegetate the Divine Vision In a corporeal & ever dying Vegetation & Corruption: Mingling with Luvah in One, they become One Great Satan. Loud scream the Daughters of Albion beneath the Tongs & Hammer, Dolorous are their lamentations in the burning Forge: They drink Reuben & Benjamin as the iron drinks the fire: