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L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| [To] Mr [John] Flaxman, Buckingham Street,
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| Fitzroy Square
EDL11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| [Postmark: 2 o'clock 12 Sp. 1800]
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| My Dearest Friend,
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| It is to you I owe All my present Happiness It is to you I
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| owe perhaps the Principal Happiness of my life. I have presumd
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| on your friendship in staying so long away & not calling to know
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| of your welfare but hope, now every thing is nearly completed for
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| our removal [from] <to> Felpham, that I shall see you on Sunday
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| as we have appointed Sunday afternoon to [ca]ll on Mrs Flaxman at
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| Hempstead. I send you a few lines which I hope you will Excuse.
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| And As the time is now arrivd when Men shall again converse in
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| Heaven & walk with Angels I know you will be pleased with the
L11.1Flaxman9'00; E707| Intention & hope you will forgive the Poetry.
L11.verseTitleFlaxman9'00; E707| To My Dearest Friend John Flaxman these lines
L11.verse1Flaxman9'00; E707| I bless thee O Father of Heaven & Earth that ever I saw Flaxmans face
L11.verse2Flaxman9'00; E707| Angels stand round my Spirit in Heaven. the blessed of Heaven are my friends upon Earth
L11.verse3Flaxman9'00; E707| When Flaxman was taken to Italy. Fuseli was giv'n to me for a season
L11.verse4Flaxman9'00; E707| And now Flaxman hath given me Hayley his friend to be mine such my lot upon Earth
L11.verse5Flaxman9'00; E707| Now my lot in the Heavens is this; Milton lovd me in childhood & shewd me his face
L11.verse6Flaxman9'00; E707| Ezra came with Isaiah the Prophet, but Shakespeare in riper years gave me his hand
L11.verse7Flaxman9'00; E707| Paracelsus & Behmen appeard to me. terrors appeard in the Heavens above
L11.verse8Flaxman9'00; E708| And in Hell beneath & a mighty & awful change threatend the Earth
L11.verse9Flaxman9'00; E708| The American War began All its dark horrors passed before my face
L11.verse10Flaxman9'00; E708| Across the Atlantic to France. Then the French Revolution commencd in thick clouds
L11.verse11Flaxman9'00; E708| And My Angels have told me. that seeing such visions I could not subsist on the Earth
L11.verse12Flaxman9'00; E708| But by my conjunction with Flaxman who knows to forgive Nervous Fear
L11.2Flaxman9'00; E708| I remain for Ever Yours
L11.2Flaxman9'00; E708| WILLIAM BLAKE
L11.2Flaxman9'00; E708| Be so kind as to Read & then Seal the Inclosed & send it on
L11.2Flaxman9'00; E708| its much beloved Mission