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J4header; E146|        <Greek>Monos 'o Iesous </Greek>

J4halftitle; E146|        Jerusalem
J4;   E146|         Chap: 1 [plates 4-27]

J4.1;   E146|        Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through
J4.2;   E146|        Eternal Death! and of the awaking to Eternal Life.

J4.3;   E146|        This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn
J4.4;   E146|        Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me
J4.5;   E146|        Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song.

J4.6;   E146|        Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!
J4.7;   E146|        I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:
J4.8;   E146|        Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land.
J4.9;   E146|        In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey
J4.10; E146|        A black water accumulates, return Albion! return!
J4.11; E146|        Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons,
J4.12; E146|        Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters
J4.13; E146|        Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend:
J4.14; E146|        Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face,
J4.15; E146|        Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom [Where!!]
J4.16; E146|        Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem
J4.17; E146|        From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one?
J4.18; E146|        I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend;
J4.19; E146|        Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me:
J4.20; E146|        Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!
J4.21; E146|        Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades!

J4.22; E146|        But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark;
J4.23; E146|        [Saying. We are not One: we are Many, thou most simulative]
J4.24; E146|        Phantom of the over heated brain! shadow of immortality!
J4.25; E146|        Seeking to keep my soul a victim to thy Love! which binds

J4.26; E147|        Man the enemy of man into deceitful friendships:
J4.27; E147|        Jerusalem is not! her daughters are indefinite:
J4.28; E147|        By demonstration, man alone can live, and not by faith.
J4.29; E147|        My mountains are my own, and I will keep them to myself!
J4.30; E147|        The Malvern and the Cheviot, the Wolds Plinlimmon & Snowdon
J4.31; E147|        Are mine. here will I build my Laws of Moral Virtue!
J4.32; E147|        Humanity shall be no more: but war & princedom & victory!

J4.33; E147|        So spoke Albion in jealous fears, hiding his Emanation
J4.34; E147|        Upon the Thames and Medway, rivers of Beulah: dissembling
J4.35; E147|        His jealousy before the throne divine, darkening, cold!

J5.1;   E147|        The banks of the Thames are clouded! the ancient porches of Albion are
J5.2;   E147|        Darken'd! they are drawn thro' unbounded space, scatter'd upon
J5.3;   E147|        The Void in incoherent despair! Cambridge & Oxford & London,
J5.4;   E147|        Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated,
J5.5;   E147|        In Chasms & Abysses of sorrow, enlarg'd without dimension, terrible[.]
J5.6;   E147|        Albions mountains run with blood, the cries of war & of tumult
J5.7;   E147|        Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection
J5.8;   E147|        Of mountain & river & city, are small & wither'd & darken'd
J5.9;   E147|        Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowd up!
J5.10; E147|        Lincoln & Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan-Adan!
J5.11; E147|        Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the north!
J5.12; E147|        Mourning for fear of the warriors in the Vale of Entuthon-Benython
J5.13; E147|        Jerusalem is scatterd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro' non-entity:
J5.14; E147|        Moab & Ammon & Amalek & Canaan & Egypt & Aram
J5.15; E147|        Recieve her little-ones for sacrifices and the delights of cruelty

J5.16; E147|        Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me.
J5.17; E147|        Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task!
J5.18; E147|        To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes
J5.19; E147|        Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity
J5.20; E147|        Ever expanding in the Bosom of God. the Human Imagination
J5.21; E147|        O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love:
J5.22; E147|        Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life!
J5.23; E147|        Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages,
J5.24; E147|        While I write of the building of Golgonooza, & of the terrors of Entuthon:
J5.25; E147|        Of Hand & Hyle & Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton:
J5.26; E147|        Of the terrible sons & daughters of Albion. and their Generations.

J5.27; E147|        Scofield! Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon
J5.28; E147|        The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury.
J5.29; E147|        They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza:
J5.30; E147|        And to devour the Sleeping Humanity of Albion in rage & hunger.

J5.31; E148|        They revolve into the Furnaces Southward & are driven forth Northward
J5.32; E148|        Divided into Male and Female forms time after time.
J5.33; E148|        From these Twelve all the Families of England spread abroad.

J5.34; E148|        The Male is a Furnace of beryll; the Female is a golden Loom;
J5.35; E148|        I behold them and their rushing fires overwhelm my Soul,
J5.36; E148|        In Londons darkness; and my tears fall day and night,
J5.37; E148|        Upon the Emanations of Albions Sons! the Daughters of Albion
J5.38; E148|        Names anciently rememberd, but now contemn'd as fictions!
J5.39; E148|        Although in every bosom they controll our Vegetative powers.

J5.40; E148|        These are united into Tirzah and her Sisters, on Mount Gilead,
J5.41; E148|        Cambel & Gwendolen & Conwenna & Cordella & Ignoge.
J5.42; E148|        And these united into Rahab in the Covering Cherub on Euphrates
J5.43; E148|        Gwiniverra & Gwinefred, & Gonorill & Sabrina beautiful,
J5.44; E148|        Estrild, Mehetabel & Ragan, lovely Daughters of Albion
J5.45; E148|        They are the beautiful Emanations of the Twelve Sons of Albion

J5.46; E148|        The Starry Wheels revolv'd heavily over the Furnaces;
J5.47; E148|        Drawing Jerusalem in anguish of maternal love,
J5.48; E148|        Eastward a pillar of a cloud with Vala upon the mountains
J5.49; E148|        Howling in pain, redounding from the arms of Beulahs Daughters,
J5.50; E148|        Out from the Furnaces of Los above the head of Los.
J5.51; E148|        A pillar of smoke writhing afar into Non-Entity, redounding
J5.52; E148|        Till the cloud reaches afar outstretch'd among the Starry Wheels
J5.53; E148|        Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces

J5.54; E148|        O what avail the loves & tears of Beulahs lovely Daughters
J5.55; E148|        They hold the Immortal Form in gentle bands & tender tears
J5.56; E148|        But all within is open'd into the deeps of Entuthon Benython
J5.57; E148|        A dark and unknown night, indefinite, unmeasurable, without end.
J5.58; E148|        Abstract Philosophy warring in enmity against Imagination
J5.59; E148|        (Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever).   t259
J5.60; E148|        And there Jerusalem wanders with Vala upon the mountains,
J5.61; E148|        Attracted by the revolutions of those Wheels the Cloud of smoke
J5.62; E148|        Immense, and Jerusalem & Vala weeping in the Cloud
J5.63; E148|        Wander away into the Chaotic Void, lamenting with her Shadow
J5.64; E148|        Among the Daughters of Albion, among the Starry Wheels;
J5.65; E148|        Lamenting for her children, for the sons & daughters of Albion

J5.66; E148|        Los heard her lamentations in the deeps afar! his tears fall
J5.67; E148|        Incessant before the Furnaces, and his Emanation divided in pain,
J5.68; E148|        Eastward toward the Starry Wheels. But Westward, a black Horror,

J6.1;   E148|        His spectre driv'n by the Starry Wheels of Albions sons, black and
J6.2;   E148|        Opake divided from his back; he labours and he mourns!

J6.3;   E149|        For as his Emanation divided, his Spectre also divided
J6.4;   E149|        In terror of those starry wheels: and the Spectre stood over Los
J6.5;   E149|        Howling in pain: a blackning Shadow, blackning dark & opake
J6.6;   E149|        Cursing the terrible Los: bitterly cursing him for his friendship
J6.7;   E149|        To Albion, suggesting murderous thoughts against Albion.

J6.8;   E149|        Los rag'd and stamp'd the earth in his might & terrible wrath!
J6.9;   E149|        He stood and stampd the earth! then he threw down his hammer in rage &
J6.10; E149|        In fury: then he sat down and wept, terrified! Then arose
J6.11; E149|        And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer:
J6.12; E149|        But still the Spectre divided, and still his pain increas'd!

J6.13; E149|        In pain the Spectre divided: in pain of hunger and thirst:
J6.14; E149|        To devour Los's Human Perfection, but when he saw that Los

J7.1;   E149|        Was living: panting like a frighted wolf, and howling
J7.2;   E149|        He stood over the Immortal, in the solitude and darkness:
J7.3;   E149|        Upon the darkning Thames, across the whole Island westward.
J7.4;   E149|        A horrible Shadow of Death, among the Furnaces: beneath
J7.5;   E149|        The pillar of folding smoke; and he sought by other means,
J7.6;   E149|        To lure Los: by tears, by arguments of science & by terrors:
J7.7;   E149|        Terrors in every Nerve, by spasms & extended pains:
J7.8;   E149|        While Los answer'd unterrified to the opake blackening Fiend

J7.9;   E149|        And thus the Spectre spoke: Wilt thou still go on to destruction?
J7.10; E149|        Till thy life is all taken away by this deceitful Friendship?
J7.11; E149|        He drinks thee up like water! like wine he pours thee
J7.12; E149|        Into his tuns: thy Daughters are trodden in his vintage
J7.13; E149|        He makes thy Sons the trampling of his bulls, they are plow'd
J7.14; E149|        And harrowd for his profit, lo! thy stolen Emanation
J7.15; E149|        Is his garden of pleasure! all the Spectres of his Sons mock thee
J7.16; E149|        Look how they scorn thy once admired palaces! now in ruins
J7.17; E149|        Because of Albion! because of deceit and friendship! For Lo!
J7.18; E149|        Hand has peopled Babel & Nineveh: Hyle, Ashur & Aram:
J7.19; E149|        Cobans son is Nimrod: his son Cush is adjoind to Aram,
J7.20; E149|        By the Daughter of Babel, in a woven mantle of pestilence & war.
J7.21; E149|        They put forth their spectrous cloudy sails; which drive their immense
J7.22; E149|        Constellations over the deadly deeps of indefinite Udan-Adan
J7.23; E149|        Kox is the Father of Shem & Ham & Japheth, he is the Noah
J7.24; E149|        Of the Flood of Udan-Adan. Hutn is the Father of the Seven
J7.25; E149|        From Enoch to Adam; Schofield is Adam who was New-
J7.26; E149|        Created in Edom. I saw it indignant, & thou art not moved!
J7.27; E149|        This has divided thee in sunder: and wilt thou still forgive?
J7.28; E149|        O! thou seest not what I see! what is done in the Furnaces.
J7.29; E149|        Listen, I will tell thee what is done in moments to thee unknown:

J7.30; E150|        Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction and sealed,
J7.31; E150|        And Vala fed in cruel delight, the Furnaces with fire:
J7.32; E150|        Stern Urizen beheld; urgd by necessity to keep
J7.33; E150|        The evil day afar, and if perchance with iron power
J7.34; E150|        He might avert his own despair: in woe & fear he saw
J7.35; E150|        Vala incircle round the Furnaces where Luvah was clos'd:
J7.36; E150|        With joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah,
J7.37; E150|        With whom she liv'd in bliss in times of innocence & youth!
J7.38; E150|        Vala comes from the Furnace in a cloud, but wretched Luvah
J7.39; E150|        Is howling in the Furnaces, in flames among Albions Spectres,
J7.40; E150|        To prepare the Spectre of Albion to reign over thee O Los,
J7.41; E150|        Forming the Spectres of Albion according to his rage:
J7.42; E150|        To prepare the Spectre sons of Adam, who is Scofield: the Ninth
J7.43; E150|        Of Albions sons, & the father of all his brethren in the Shadowy
J7.44; E150|        Generation. Cambel & Gwendolen wove webs of war & of
J7.45; E150|        Religion, to involve all Albions sons, and when they had
J7.46; E150|        Involv'd Eight; their webs roll'd outwards into darkness
J7.47; E150|        And Scofield the Ninth remaind on the outside of the Eight
J7.48; E150|        And Kox, Kotope, & Bowen, One in him, a Fourfold Wonder
J7.49; E150|        Involv'd the Eight--Such are the Generations of the Giant Albion,
J7.50; E150|        To separate a Law of Sin, to punish thee in thy members.

J7.51; E150|        Los answer'd. Altho' I know not this! I know far worse than this:
J7.52; E150|        I know that Albion hath divided me, and that thou O my Spectre,
J7.53; E150|        Hast just cause to be irritated: but look stedfastly upon me:
J7.54; E150|        Comfort thyself in my strength the time will arrive,
J7.55; E150|        When all Albions injuries shall cease, and when we shall
J7.56; E150|        Embrace him tenfold bright, rising from his tomb in immortality.
J7.57; E150|        They have divided themselves by Wrath. they must be united by
J7.58; E150|        Pity: let us therefore take example & warning O my Spectre,
J7.59; E150|        O that I could abstain from wrath! O that the Lamb
J7.60; E150|        Of God would look upon me and pity me in my fury.
J7.61; E150|        In anguish of regeneration! in terrors of self annihilation:
J7.62; E150|        Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder,
J7.63; E150|        And the Religion of Generation which was meant for the destruction
J7.64; E150|        Of Jerusalem, become her covering, till the time of the End.
J7.65; E150|        O holy Generation! [Image] of regeneration!   t260
J7.66; E150|        O point of mutual forgiveness between Enemies!
J7.67; E150|        Birthplace of the Lamb of God incomprehensible!
J7.68; E150|        The Dead despise & scorn thee, & cast thee out as accursed:
J7.69; E150|        Seeing the Lamb of God in thy gardens & thy palaces:
J7.70; E150|        Where they desire to place the Abomination of Desolation.
J7.71; E150|        Hand sits before his furnace: scorn of others & furious pride:
J7.72; E150|        Freeze round him to bars of steel & to iron rocks beneath
J7.73; E150|        His feet: indignant self-righteousness like whirlwinds of the north:

J8.1;   E150|        Rose up against me thundering from the Brook of Albions River

J8.2;   E151|        From Ranelagh & Strumbolo, from Cromwells gardens & Chelsea
J8.3;   E151|        The place of wounded Soldiers. but when he saw my Mace
J8.4;   E151|        Whirld round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold
J8.5;   E151|        Poisons rose up: & his sweet deceits coverd them all over
J8.6;   E151|        With a tender cloud. As thou art now; such was he O Spectre
J8.7;   E151|        I know thy deceit & thy revenges, and unless thou desist
J8.8;   E151|        I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen!
J8.9;   E151|        Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve thee.
J8.10; E151|        I will break thee into shivers! & melt thee in the furnaces of death;
J8.11; E151|        I will cast thee into forms of abhorrence & torment if thou
J8.12; E151|        Desist not from thine own will, & obey not my stern command!
J8.13; E151|        I am closd up from my children: my Emanation is dividing
J8.14; E151|        And thou my Spectre art divided against me. But mark
J8.15; E151|        I will compell thee to assist me in my terrible labours. To beat
J8.16; E151|        These hypocritic Selfhoods on the Anvils of bitter Death
J8.17; E151|        I am inspired: I act not for myself: for Albions sake
J8.18; E151|        I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment
J8.19; E151|        Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties
J8.20; E151|        Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill

J8.21; E151|        While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him
J8.22; E151|        Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey
J8.23; E151|        Los opend the Furnaces in fear. the Spectre saw to Babel & Shinar
J8.24; E151|        Across all Europe & Asia. he saw the tortures of the Victims.
J8.25; E151|        He saw now from the ou[t]side what he before saw & felt from within
J8.26; E151|        He saw that Los was the sole, uncontrolld Lord of the Furnaces
J8.27; E151|        Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone,
J8.28; E151|        Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience.
J8.29; E151|        While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce.

J8.30; E151|        Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out:
J8.31; E151|        Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power
J8.32; E151|        Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder!
J8.33; E151|        Thy holy wrath & deep deceit cannot avail against me
J8.34; E151|        Nor shalt thou ever assume the triple-form of Albions Spectre
J8.35; E151|        For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury
J8.36; E151|        If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon the mountains
J8.37; E151|        Thou mightest be pitied & lovd: but now I am living; unless
J8.38; E151|        Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee.
J8.39; E151|        Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows
J8.40; E151|        Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient   t261
J8.41; E151|        Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily
J8.42; E151|        In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were
J8.43; E151|        Condensd. Hand has absorbd all his Brethren in his might
J8.44; E151|        All the infant Loves & Graces were lost, for the mighty Hand

J9.1;   E152|        Condens'd his Emanations into hard opake substances;
J9.2;   E152|        And his infant thoughts & desires, into cold, dark, cliffs of death.
J9.3;   E152|        His hammer of gold he siezd; and his anvil of adamant.
J9.4;   E152|        He siez'd the bars of condens'd thoughts, to forge them:
J9.5;   E152|        Into the sword of war: into the bow and arrow:
J9.6;   E152|        Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun
J9.7;   E152|        I saw the limbs form'd for exercise, contemn'd: & the beauty of
J9.8;   E152|        Eternity, look'd upon as deformity & loveliness as a dry tree:
J9.9;   E152|        I saw disease forming a Body of Death around the Lamb
J9.10; E152|        Of God, to destroy Jerusalem, & to devour the body of Albion
J9.11; E152|        By war and stratagem to win the labour of the husbandman:
J9.12; E152|        Awkwardness arm'd in steel: folly in a helmet of gold:
J9.13; E152|        Weakness with horns & talons: ignorance with a rav'ning beak!
J9.14; E152|        Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime:
J9.15; E152|        And the Emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of religion:
J9.16; E152|        Inspiration deny'd; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment:
J9.17; E152|        I saw terrified; I took the sighs & tears, & bitter groans:
J9.18; E152|        I lifted them into my Furnaces; to form the spiritual sword.
J9.19; E152|        That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang
J9.20; E152|        Of sorrow red hot: I workd it on my resolute anvil:
J9.21; E152|        I heated it in the flames of Hand, & Hyle, & Coban
J9.22; E152|        Nine times; Gwendolen & Cambel & Gwineverra
J9.23; E152|        Are melted into the gold, the silver, the liquid ruby,
J9.24; E152|        The crysolite, the topaz, the jacinth, & every precious stone.
J9.25; E152|        Loud roar my Furnaces and loud my hammer is heard:
J9.26; E152|        I labour day and night, I behold the soft affections
J9.27; E152|        Condense beneath my hammer into forms of cruelty
J9.28; E152|        But still I labour in hope, tho' still my tears flow down.
J9.29; E152|        That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelld to defend
J9.30; E152|        A Lie: that he may be snared and caught and snared and taken
J9.31; E152|        That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise!

J9.32; E152|        Thus they contended among the Furnaces with groans & tears;
J9.33; E152|        Groaning the Spectre heavd the bellows, obeying Los's frowns;
J9.34; E152|        Till the Spaces of Erin were perfected in the furnaces
J9.35; E152|        Of affliction, and Los drew them forth, compelling the harsh Spectre.

J10.1;   E152|        Into the Furnaces & into the valleys of the Anvils of Death
J10.2;   E152|        And into the mountains of the Anvils & of the heavy Hammers
J10.3;   E152|        Till he should bring the Sons & Daughters of Jerusalem to be
J10.4;   E152|        The Sons & Daughters of Los that he might protect them from
J10.5;   E152|        Albions dread Spectres; storming, loud, thunderous & mighty
J10.6;   E152|        The Bellows & the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand.

J10.7;   E152|        And this is the manner of the Sons of Albion in their strength
J10.8;   E152|        They take the Two Contraries which are calld Qualities, with which

J10.9;   E153|        Every Substance is clothed, they name them Good & Evil
J10.10; E153|        From them they make an Abstract, which is a Negation
J10.11; E153|        Not only of the Substance from which it is derived
J10.12; E153|        A murderer of its own Body: but also a murderer
J10.13; E153|        Of every Divine Member: it is the Reasoning Power
J10.14; E153|        An Abstract objecting power, that Negatives every thing
J10.15; E153|        This is the Spectre of Man: the Holy Reasoning Power
J10.16; E153|        And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation

J10.17; E153|        Therefore Los stands in London building Golgonooza
J10.18; E153|        Compelling his Spectre to labours mighty; trembling in fear
J10.19; E153|        The Spectre weeps, but Los unmovd by tears or threats remains

J10.20; E153|        I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans
J10.21; E153|        I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create

J10.22; E153|        So Los, in fury & strength: in indignation & burning wrath
J10.23; E153|        Shuddring the Spectre howls. his howlings terrify the night
J10.24; E153|        He stamps around the Anvil, beating blows of stern despair
J10.25; E153|        He curses Heaven & Earth, Day & Night & Sun & Moon
J10.26; E153|        He curses Forest Spring & River, Desart & sandy Waste
J10.27; E153|        Cities & Nations, Families & Peoples, Tongues & Laws
J10.28; E153|        Driven to desperation by Los's terrors & threatning fears

J10.29; E153|        Los cries, Obey my voice & never deviate from my will
J10.30; E153|        And I will be merciful to thee: be thou invisible to all
J10.31; E153|        To whom I make thee invisible, but chief to my own Children
J10.32; E153|        O Spectre of Urthona: Reason not against their dear approach
J10.33; E153|        Nor them obstruct with thy temptations of doubt & despair
J10.34; E153|        O Shame O strong & mighty Shame I break thy brazen fetters
J10.35; E153|        If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes
J10.36; E153|        To what thou shalt endure if thou obey not my great will.

J10.37; E153|        The Spectre answer'd. Art thou not ashamd of those thy Sins
J10.38; E153|        That thou callest thy Children? lo the Law of God commands
J10.39; E153|        That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty & torment
J10.40; E153|        For thine are also mine! I have kept silent hitherto,
J10.41; E153|        Concerning my chief delight: but thou hast broken silence
J10.42; E153|        Now I will speak my mind! Where is my lovely Enitharmon
J10.43; E153|        O thou my enemy, where is my Great Sin? She is also thine
J10.44; E153|        I said: Now is my grief at worst: incapable of being
J10.45; E153|        Surpassed: but every moment it accumulates more & more
J10.46; E153|        It continues accumulating to eternity! the joys of God advance
J10.47; E153|        For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity & Compassion   t263
J10.48; E153|        He cannot feel Distress: he feeds on Sacrifice & Offering:
J10.49; E153|        Delighting in cries & tears & clothed in Holiness & solitude
J10.50; E153|        But my griefs advance also, for ever & ever without end
J10.51; E153|        O that I could cease to be! Despair! I am Despair

J10.52; E154|        Created to be the great example of horror & agony: also my
J10.53; E154|        Prayer is vain I called for compassion: compassion mockd
J10.54; E154|        Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead
J10.55; E154|        And iron, bound it over me for ever: Life lives on my
J10.56; E154|        Consuming: & the Almighty hath made me his Contrary
J10.57; E154|        To be all evil, all reversed & for ever dead: knowing
J10.58; E154|        And seeing life, yet living not; how can I then behold
J10.59; E154|        And not tremble; how can I be beheld & not abhorrd

J10.60; E154|        So spoke the Spectre shuddring, & dark tears ran down his shadowy face
J10.61; E154|        Which Los wiped off, but comfort none could give! or beam of hope
J10.62; E154|        Yet ceasd he not from labouring at the roarings of his Forge
J10.63; E154|        With iron & brass Building Golgonooza in great contendings
J10.64; E154|        Till his Sons & Daughters came forth from the Furnaces
J10.65; E154|        At the sublime Labours for Los. compelld the invisible Spectre

J11.1;   E154|        To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains,
J11.2;   E154|        In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah
J11.3;   E154|        With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore   t264
J11.4;   E154|        He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art;
J11.5;   E154|        Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems;
J11.6;   E154|        That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead,
J11.7;   E154|        He might feel the pain as if a man gnawd his own tender nerves.

J11.8;   E154|        Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, & all the Daughters of Beulah
J11.9;   E154|        Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalems
J11.10; E154|        Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin:
J11.11; E154|        And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection lovely!
J11.12; E154|        And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth, to the starry depth.

J11.13; E154|        Los wept with exceeding joy & all wept with joy together!
J11.14; E154|        They feard they never more should see their Father, who
J11.15; E154|        Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion.

J11.16; E154|        But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace;
J11.17; E154|        Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem?
J11.18; E154|        To protect the Emanations of Albions mighty ones from cruelty?
J11.19; E154|        Sabrina & Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears
J11.20; E154|        Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of gold:
J11.21; E154|        Ragan is wholly cruel Scofield is bound in iron armour!
J11.22; E154|        He is like a mandrake in the earth before Reubens gate:
J11.23; E154|        He shoots beneath Jerusalems walls to undermine her foundations!
J11.24; E154|        Vala is but they Shadow, O thou loveliest among women!
J11.25; E154|        A shadow animated by thy tears O mournful Jerusalem!

J12.1;   E155|        Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?.
J12.2;   E155|        Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose:
J12.3;   E155|        But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm:
J12.4;   E155|        What shall we do for thee O lovely mild Jerusalem?

J12.5;   E155|        And Los said. I behold the finger of God in terrors!
J12.6;   E155|        Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him!
J12.7;   E155|        But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing
J12.8;   E155|        Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all-piteous-one!
J12.9;   E155|        What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon?
J12.10; E155|        Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth
J12.11; E155|        Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albions Sons:
J12.12; E155|        Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power
J12.13; E155|        Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever.
J12.14; E155|        With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow!
J12.15; E155|        God is within, & without! he is even in the depths of Hell!

J12.16; E155|        Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces!

J12.17; E155|        And they appeard within & without incircling on both sides
J12.18; E155|        The Starry Wheels of Albions Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem:
J12.19; E155|        And for Vala the shadow of Jerusalem: the ever mourning shade:
J12.20; E155|        On both sides, within & without beaming gloriously!

J12.21; E155|        Terrified at the sublime Wonder, Los stood before his Furnaces.
J12.22; E155|        And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erins Spaces
J12.23; E155|        For the Spaces reachd fro the starry heighth, to the starry depth;
J12.24; E155|        And they builded Golgonooza: terrible eternal labour!

J12.25; E155|        What are those golden builders doing? where was the burying-place
J12.26; E155|        Of soft Ethinthus? near Tyburns fatal Tree? is that
J12.27; E155|        Mild Zions hills most ancient promontory; near mournful
J12.28; E155|        Ever weeping Paddington? is that Calvary and Golgotha?
J12.29; E155|        Becoming a building of pity and compassion? Lo!
J12.30; E155|        The stones are pity, and the bricks, well wrought affections:
J12.31; E155|        Enameld with love & kindness, & the tiles engraven gold
J12.32; E155|        Labour of merciful hands: the beams & rafters are forgiveness:
J12.33; E155|        The mortar & cement of the work, tears of honesty: the nails,
J12.34; E155|        And the screws & iron braces, are well wrought blandishments,
J12.35; E155|        And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten,
J12.36; E155|        Always comforting the remembrance: the floors, humility,
J12.37; E155|        The cielings, devotion: the hearths, thanksgiving:
J12.38; E155|        Prepare the furniture O Lambeth in thy pitying looms!
J12.39; E155|        The curtains, woven tears & sighs, wrought into lovely forms
J12.40; E155|        For comfort. there the secret furniture of Jerusalems chamber
J12.41; E155|        Is wrought: Lambeth! the Bride the Lambs Wife loveth thee:
J12.42; E155|        Thou art one with her & knowest not of self in thy supreme joy.

J12.43; E156|        Go on, builders in hope: tho Jerusalem wanders far away,
J12.44; E156|        Without the gate of Los: among the dark Satanic wheels.

J12.45; E156|        Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold,
J12.46; E156|        The great City of Golgonooza: fourfold toward the north
J12.47; E156|        And toward the south fourfold, & fourfold toward the east & west
J12.48; E156|        Each within other toward the four points: that toward
J12.49; E156|        Eden, and that toward the World of Generation,
J12.50; E156|        And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro:
J12.51; E156|        Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albions sons:
J12.52; E156|        But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation:
J12.53; E156|        Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments & perfection.

J12.54; E156|        And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity
J12.55; E156|        West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North,
J12.56; E156|        The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.
J12.57; E156|        These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity
J12.58; E156|        In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood.
J12.59; E156|        And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East.
J12.60; E156|        And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North.

J12.61; E156|        And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation;
J12.62; E156|        Has four sculpturd Bulls terrible before the Gate of iron.
J12.63; E156|        And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro,
J12.64; E156|        Clay bak'd & enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces:
J12.65; E156|        Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power.
J12.66; E156|        And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, brass, & iron:

J13.1;   E156|        And that toward Eden, four, form'd of gold, silver, brass, & iron.

J13.2;   E156|        The South, a golden Gate, has four Lions terrible, living!
J13.3;   E156|        That toward Generation, four, of iron carv'd wondrous:
J13.4;   E156|        That toward Ulro, four, clay bak'd, laborious workmanship
J13.5;   E156|        That toward Eden, four; immortal gold, silver, brass & iron.

J13.6;   E156|        The Western Gate fourfold, is closd: having four Cherubim
J13.7;   E156|        Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task!
J13.8;   E156|        Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings
J13.9;   E156|        That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone;
J13.10; E156|        That toward Ulro, clay: that toward Eden, metals.
J13.11; E156|        But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield their dead

J13.12; E156|        The Eastern Gate, fourfold: terrible & deadly its ornaments:
J13.13; E156|        Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs
J13.14; E156|        Are formd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel.

J13.15; E156|        That toward Eden, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds
J13.16; E156|        Of forms of death: and that toward Beulah, stone:
J13.17; E156|        The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible.

J13.18; E157|        And that toward Ulro, forms of war: seven enormities:
J13.19; E157|        And that toward Generation, seven generative forms.

J13.20; E157|        And every part of the City is fourfold; & every inhabitant, fourfold.
J13.21; E157|        And every pot & vessel & garment & utensil of the houses,
J13.22; E157|        And every house, fourfold; but the third Gate in every one
J13.23; E157|        Is closd as with a threefold curtain of ivory & fine linen & ermine.
J13.24; E157|        And Luban stands in middle of the City. a moat of fire,
J13.25; E157|        Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace & the golden Looms of Cathedron.

J13.26; E157|        And sixty-four thousand Genii, guard the Eastern Gate:
J13.27; E157|        And sixty-four thousand Gnomes, guard the Northern Gate:
J13.28; E157|        And sixty-four thousand Nymphs, guard the Western Gate:
J13.29; E157|        And sixty-four thousand Fairies, guard the Southern Gate:

J13.30; E157|        Around Golgonooza lies the land of death eternal; a Land
J13.31; E157|        Of pain and misery and despair and ever brooding melancholy:
J13.32; E157|        In all the Twenty-seven Heavens, numberd from Adam to Luther;
J13.33; E157|        From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth.

J13.34; E157|        The Vegetative Universe, opens like a flower from the Earths center:
J13.35; E157|        In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell
J13.36; E157|        And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without,
J13.37; E157|        And the abstract Voids between the Stars are the Satanic Wheels.

J13.38; E157|        There is the Cave; the Rock; the Tree; the Lake of Udan Adan;
J13.39; E157|        The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly:
J13.40; E157|        The Rocks of solid fire: the Ice valleys: the Plains
J13.41; E157|        Of burning sand: the rivers, cataract & Lakes of Fire:
J13.42; E157|        The Islands of the fiery Lakes: the Trees of Malice: Revenge:
J13.43; E157|        And black Anxiety; and the Cities of the Salamandrine men:
J13.44; E157|        (But whatever is visible to the Generated Man,
J13.45; E157|        Is a Creation of mercy & love, from the Satanic Void.)
J13.46; E157|        The land of darkness flamed but no light, & no repose:
J13.47; E157|        The land of snows of trembling, & of iron hail incessant:
J13.48; E157|        The land of earthquakes: and the land of woven labyrinths:
J13.49; E157|        The land of snares & traps & wheels & pit-falls & dire mills:
J13.50; E157|        The Voids, the Solids, & the land of clouds & regions of waters:
J13.51; E157|        With their inhabitants: in the Twenty-seven Heavens beneath Beulah:
J13.52; E157|        Self-righteousnesses conglomerating against the Divine Vision:
J13.53; E157|        A Concave Earth wondrous, Chasmal, Abyssal, Incoherent!
J13.54; E157|        Forming the Mundane Shell: above; beneath: on all sides surrounding
J13.55; E157|        Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night and day.

J13.56; E157|        He views the City of Golgonooza, & its smaller Cities:
J13.57; E157|        The Looms & Mills & Prisons & Work-houses of Og & Anak:
J13.58; E157|        The Amalekite: the Canaanite: the Moabite: the Egyptian:
J13.59; E157|        And all that has existed in the space of six thousand years:
J13.60; E157|        Permanent, & not lost not lost nor vanishd, & every little act,

J13.61; E158|        Word, work, & wish, that has existed, all remaining still
J13.62; E158|        In those Churches ever consuming & ever building by the Spectres
J13.63; E158|        Of all the inhabitants of Earth wailing to be Created:
J13.64; E158|        Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, meer possibilities:
J13.65; E158|        But to those who enter into them they seem the only substances
J13.66; E158|        For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear,

J14.1;   E158|        One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

J14.2;   E158|        He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent,
J14.3;   E158|        Orc the first born coild in the south: the Dragon Urizen:
J14.4;   E158|        Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue even the Devouring Tongue:
J14.5;   E158|        A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart:
J14.6;   E158|        And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue,
J14.7;   E158|        Beneath Beulah: as a watry flame revolving every way
J14.8;   E158|        And as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction, growing
J14.9;   E158|        In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females:
J14.10; E158|        Ahania, and Enion, and Vala, and Enitharmon lovely.
J14.11; E158|        And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion,
J14.12; E158|        Ahania & Enion & Vala, are three evanescent shades:
J14.13; E158|        Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los:
J14.14; E158|        His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of death is past.

J14.15; E158|        Such are the Buildings of Los! & such are the Woofs of Enitharmon!

J14.16; E158|        And Los beheld his Sons, and he beheld his Daughters:
J14.17; E158|        Every one a translucent Wonder: a Universe within,
J14.18; E158|        Increasing inwards, into length and breadth, and heighth:
J14.19; E158|        Starry & glorious: and they every one in their bright loins:
J14.20; E158|        Have a beautiful golden gate which opens into the vegetative world:
J14.21; E158|        And every one a gate of rubies & all sorts of precious stones
J14.22; E158|        In their translucent hearts, which opens into the vegetative world:
J14.23; E158|        And every one a gate of iron dreadful and wonderful,
J14.24; E158|        In their translucent heads, which opens into the vegetative world
J14.25; E158|        And every one has the three regions Childhood: Manhood: & Age:
J14.26; E158|        But the gate of the tongue: the western gate in them is clos'd,
J14.27; E158|        Having a wall builded against it: and thereby the gates
J14.28; E158|        Eastward & Southward & Northward, are incircled with flaming fires.
J14.29; E158|        And the North is Breadth, the South is Heighth & Depth:
J14.30; E158|        The East is Inwards: & the West is Outwards every way.

J14.31; E158|        And Los beheld the mild Emanation Jerusalem eastward bending
J14.32; E158|        Her revolutions toward the Starry Wheels in maternal anguish
J14.33; E158|        Like a pale cloud arising from the arms of Beulahs Daughters:
J14.34; E158|        In Entuthon Benythons deep Vales beneath Golgonooza.   t265

J15.1;   E158|        And Hand & Hyle rooted into Jerusalem by a fibre
J15.2;   E158|        Of strong revenge & Skofeld Vegetated by Reubens Gate

J15.3;   E159|        In every Nation of the Earth till the Twelve Sons of Albion
J15.4;   E159|        Enrooted into every Nation: a mighty Polypus growing
J15.5;   E159|        From Albion over the whole Earth: such is my awful Vision.

J15.6;   E159|        I see the Four-fold Man. The Humanity in deadly sleep
J15.7;   E159|        And its fallen Emanation. The Spectre & its cruel Shadow.
J15.8;   E159|        I see the Past, Present & Future, existing all at once
J15.9;   E159|        Before me; O Divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings!
J15.10; E159|        That I may awake Albion from his long & cold repose.
J15.11; E159|        For Bacon & Newton sheathd in dismal steel, their terrors hang
J15.12; E159|        Like iron scourges over Albion, Reasonings like vast Serpents
J15.13; E159|        Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations

J15.14; E159|        I turn my eyes to the Schools & Universities of Europe
J15.15; E159|        And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages dire
J15.16; E159|        Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth
J15.17; E159|        In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation; cruel Works
J15.18; E159|        Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic
J15.19; E159|        Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden: which
J15.20; E159|        Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace.

J15.21; E159|        I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil
J15.22; E159|        Of death: forming an Ax of gold: the Four Sons of Los
J15.23; E159|        Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albions hills
J15.24; E159|        That Albions Sons may roll apart over the Nations
J15.25; E159|        While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite
J15.26; E159|        From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram in whose Loins
J15.27; E159|        Reuben in his Twelve-fold majesty & beauty shall take refuge
J15.28; E159|        As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks
J15.29; E159|        But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations

J15.30; E159|        I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter
J15.31; E159|        And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam
J15.32; E159|        When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter
J15.33; E159|        And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death
J15.34; E159|        Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom

J16.1;   E159|        Hampstead Highgate Finchley Hendon Muswell hill: rage loud
J16.2;   E159|        Before Bromions iron Tongs & glowing Poker reddening fierce
J16.3;   E159|        Hertfordshire glows with fierce Vegetation! in the Forests
J16.4;   E159|        The Oak frowns terrible, the Beech & Ash & Elm enroot
J16.5;   E159|        Among the Spiritual fires; loud the Corn fields thunder along
J16.6;   E159|        The Soldiers fife; the Harlots shriek; the Virgins dismal groan
J16.7;   E159|        The Parents fear: the Brothers jealousy: the Sisters curse
J16.8;   E159|        Beneath the Storms of Theotormon & the thundring Bellows
J16.9;   E159|        Heaves in the hand of Palamabron who in Londons darkness
J16.10; E159|        Before the Anvil, watches the bellowing flames: thundering
J16.11; E159|        The Hammer loud rages in Rintrahs strong grasp swinging loud

J16.12; E160|        Round from heaven to earth down falling with heavy blow
J16.13; E160|        Dead on the Anvil, where the red hot wedge groans in pain
J16.14; E160|        He quenches it in the black trough of his Forge; Londons River
J16.15; E160|        Feeds the dread Forge, trembling & shuddering along the Valleys

J16.16; E160|        Humber & Trent roll dreadful before the Seventh Furnace
J16.17; E160|        And Tweed & Tyne anxious give up their Souls for Albions sake
J16.18; E160|        Lincolnshire Derbyshire Nottinghamshire Leicestershire
J16.19; E160|        From Oxfordshire to Norfolk on the Lake of Udan Adan
J16.20; E160|        Labour within the Furnaces, walking among the Fires
J16.21; E160|        With Ladles huge & iron Pokers over the Island white.

J16.22; E160|        Scotland pours out his Sons to labour at the Furnaces
J16.23; E160|        Wales gives his Daughters to the Looms; England: nursing Mothers
J16.24; E160|        Gives to the Children of Albion & to the Children of Jerusalem
J16.25; E160|        From the blue Mundane Shell even to the Earth of Vegetation
J16.26; E160|        Throughout the whole Creation which groans to be deliverd.
J16.27; E160|        Albion groans in the deep slumbers of Death upon his Rock.

J16.28; E160|        Here Los fixd down the Fifty-two Counties of England & Wales
J16.29; E160|        The Thirty-six of Scotland, & the Thirty-four of Ireland
J16.30; E160|        With mighty power, when they fled out at Jerusalems Gates
J16.31; E160|        Away from the Conflict of Luvah & Urizen, fixing the Gates
J16.32; E160|        In the Twelve Counties of Wales & thence Gates looking every way
J16.33; E160|        To the Four Points: conduct to England & Scotland & Ireland
J16.34; E160|        And thence to all the Kingdoms & Nations & Families of the Earth
J16.35; E160|        The Gate of Reuben in Carmarthenshire: the Gate of Simeon in
J16.36; E160|        Cardiganshire: & the Gate of Levi in Montgomeryshire
J16.37; E160|        The Gate of Judah Merionethshire: the Gate of Dan Flintshire
J16.38; E160|        The Gate of Napthali, Radnorshire: the Gate of Gad Pembrokeshire
J16.39; E160|        The Gate of Asher, Carnarvonshire the Gate of Issachar Brecknokshire
J16.40; E160|        The Gate of Zebulun, in Anglesea & Sodor. so is Wales divided.
J16.41; E160|        The Gate of Joseph, Denbighshire: the Gate of Benjamin Glamorganshire
J16.42; E160|        For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons

J16.43; E160|        And the Forty Counties of England are thus divided in the Gates
J16.44; E160|        Of Reuben Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex. Simeon Lincoln, York Lancashire
J16.45; E160|        Levi. Middlesex Kent Surrey. Judah Somerset Glouster Wiltshire.
J16.46; E160|        Dan. Cornwal Devon Dorset, Napthali, Warwick Leicester Worcester
J16.47; E160|        Gad. Oxford Bucks Harford. Asher, Sussex Hampshire Berkshire
J16.48; E160|        Issachar, Northampton Rutland Nottgham. Zebulun Bedford Huntgn Camb
J16.49; E160|        Joseph Stafford Shrops Heref. Benjamin, Derby Cheshire Monmouth
J16.50; E160|        And Cumberland Northumberland Westmoreland & Durham are
J16.51; E160|        Divided in the Gates of Reuben, Judah Dan & Joseph

J16.52; E160|        And the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland, divided in the Gates
J16.53; E160|        Of Reuben Kincard Haddntn Forfar, Simeon Ayr Argyll Banff

J16.54; E161|        Levi Edinburh Roxbro Ross. Judah, Abrdeen Berwik Dumfries
J16.55; E161|        Dan Bute Caitnes Clakmanan. Napthali Nairn Invernes Linlithgo
J16.56; E161|        Gad Peebles Perth Renfru. Asher Sutherlan Sterling Wigtoun
J16.57; E161|        Issachar Selkirk Dumbartn Glasgo. Zebulun Orkney Shetland Skye
J16.58; E161|        Joseph Elgin Lanerk Kinros. Benjamin Kromarty Murra Kirkubriht
J16.59; E161|        Governing all by the sweet delights of secret amorous glances
J16.60; E161|        In Enitharmons Halls builded by Los & his mighty Children

J16.61; E161|        All things acted on Earth are seen in the bright Sculptures of
J16.62; E161|        Los's Halls & every Age renews its powers from these Works
J16.63; E161|        With every pathetic story possible to happen from Hate or
J16.64; E161|        Wayward Love & every sorrow & distress is carved here
J16.65; E161|        Every Affinity of Parents Marriages & Friendships are here
J16.66; E161|        In all their various combinations wrought with wondrous Art
J16.67; E161|        All that can happen to Man in his pilgrimage of seventy years
J16.68; E161|        Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb & Sinai:
J16.69; E161|        And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet & Calvary:

J17.1;   E161|        His Spectre divides & Los in fury compells it to divide:
J17.2;   E161|        To labour in the fire, in the water, in the earth, in the air,
J17.3;   E161|        To follow the Daughters of Albion as the hound follows the scent
J17.4;   E161|        Of the wild inhabitant of the forest, to drive them from his own:
J17.5;   E161|        To make a way for the Children of Los to come from the Furnaces
J17.6;   E161|        But Los himself against Albions Sons his fury bends, for he
J17.7;   E161|        Dare not approach the Daughters openly lest he be consumed
J17.8;   E161|        In the fires of their beauty & perfection & be Vegetated beneath
J17.9;   E161|        Their Looms, in a Generation of death & resurrection to forgetfulness
J17.10; E161|        They wooe Los continually to subdue his strength: he continually
J17.11; E161|        Shews them his Spectre: sending him abroad over the four points of heaven
J17.12; E161|        In the fierce desires of beauty & in the tortures of repulse! He is
J17.13; E161|        The Spectre of the Living pursuing the Emanations of the Dead.
J17.14; E161|        Shuddring they flee: they hide in the Druid Temples in cold chastity:
J17.15; E161|        Subdued by the Spectre of the Living & terrified by undisguisd desire.

J17.16; E161|        For Los said: Tho my Spectre is divided: as I am a Living Man
J17.17; E161|        I must compell him to obey me wholly: that Enitharmon may not
J17.18; E161|        Be lost: & lest he should devour Enitharmon: Ah me!
J17.19; E161|        Piteous image of my soft desires & loves: O Enitharmon!
J17.20; E161|        I will compell my Spectre to obey: I will restore to thee thy Children.
J17.21; E161|        No one bruises or starves himself to make himself fit for labour!   t266

J17.22; E161|        Tormented with sweet desire for these beauties of Albion
J17.23; E161|        They would never love my power if they did not seek to destroy
J17.24; E161|        Enitharmon: Vala would never have sought & loved Albion
J17.25; E161|        If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem; such is that false
J17.26; E161|        And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love:

J17.27; E162|        Cruel hipocrisy unlike the lovely delusions of Beulah:
J17.28; E162|        And cruel forms, unlike the merciful forms of Beulahs Night

J17.29; E162|        They know not why they love nor wherefore they sicken & die
J17.30; E162|        Calling that Holy Love: which is Envy Revenge & Cruelty
J17.31; E162|        Which separated the stars from the mountains: the mountains from Man
J17.32; E162|        And left Man, a little grovelling Root, outside of Himself.
J17.33; E162|        Negations are not Contraries: Contraries mutually Exist:
J17.34; E162|        But Negations Exist Not: Exceptions & Objections & Unbeliefs
J17.35; E162|        Exist not: nor shall they ever be Organized for ever & ever:
J17.36; E162|        If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation: a meer
J17.37; E162|        Reasoning & Derogation from Me, an Objecting & cruel Spite
J17.38; E162|        And Malice & Envy: but my Emanation, Alas! will become
J17.39; E162|        My Contrary: O thou Negation, I will continually compell
J17.40; E162|        Thee to be invisible to any but whom I please, & when
J17.41; E162|        And where & how I please, and never! never! shalt thou be Organized
J17.42; E162|        But as a distorted & reversed Reflexion in the Darkness
J17.43; E162|        And in the Non Entity: nor shall that which is above
J17.44; E162|        Ever descend into thee: but thou shalt be a Non Entity for ever
J17.45; E162|        And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an Unquenchable Fire
J17.46; E162|        And he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by
J17.47; E162|        Those that thou tormentest, a Hell & Despair for ever & ever.

J17.48; E162|        So Los in secret with himself communed & Enitharmon heard
J17.49; E162|        In her darkness & was comforted: yet still she divided away
J17.50; E162|        In gnawing pain from Los's bosom in the deadly Night;
J17.51; E162|        First as a red Globe of blood trembling beneath his bosom[.]
J17.52; E162|        Suspended over her he hung: he infolded her in his garments
J17.53; E162|        Of wool: he hid her from the Spectre, in shame & confusion of
J17.54; E162|        Face; in terrors & pains of Hell & Eternal Death, the
J17.55; E162|        Trembling Globe shot forth Self-living & Los howld over it:
J17.56; E162|        Feeding it with his groans & tears day & night without ceasing:
J17.57; E162|        And the Spectrous Darkness from his back divided in temptations,
J17.58; E162|        And in grinding agonies in threats! stiflings! & direful strugglings.

J17.59; E162|        Go thou to Skofield: ask him if he is Bath or if he is Canterbury
J17.60; E162|        Tell him to be no more dubious: demand explicit words
J17.61; E162|        Tell him: I will dash him into shivers, where & at what time
J17.62; E162|        I please: tell Hand & Skofield they are my ministers of evil
J17.63; E162|        To those I hate: for I can hate also as well as they!

J18.1;   E162|        From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty,
J18.2;   E162|        There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread Within
J18.3;   E162|        Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One:
J18.4;   E162|        An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger, & thirst & sorrow.
J18.5;   E162|        Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly,

J18.6;   E163|        Jealous of Jerusalems children, asham'd of her little-ones
J18.7;   E163|        (For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls)
J18.8;   E163|        Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another
J18.9;   E163|        Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead
J18.10; E163|        To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead

J18.11; E163|        Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions!
J18.12; E163|        The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness
J18.13; E163|        Our Father Albions sin and shame! But father now no more!
J18.14; E163|        Nor sons! nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies
J18.15; E163|        With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table,
J18.16; E163|        Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights
J18.17; E163|        Of age and youth and boy and girl and animal and herb,
J18.18; E163|        And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family.
J18.19; E163|        Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree.
J18.20; E163|        In self-denial!--But War and deadly contention, Between
J18.21; E163|        Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities
J18.22; E163|        Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden
J18.23; E163|        The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds
J18.24; E163|        And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth
J18.25; E163|        And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain
J18.26; E163|        And city & village, and house & family. That the Perfect,
J18.27; E163|        May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb
J18.28; E163|        And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build
J18.29; E163|        Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother.
J18.30; E163|        She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister
J18.31; E163|        Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House,
J18.32; E163|        With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potters field.
J18.33; E163|        Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged
J18.34; E163|        Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul
J18.35; E163|        To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever

J18.36; E163|        So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albions   t267
J18.37; E163|        Little-ones; to destroy the Divine Saviour; the Friend of Sinners,
J18.38; E163|        Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications.
J18.39; E163|        Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albions Twelve Sons.
J18.40; E163|        Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness,
J18.41; E163|        And Hyle & Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries
J18.42; E163|        In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd.
J18.43; E163|        Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep.
J18.44; E163|        Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albions Loins
J18.45; E163|        Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark & unknown Night,
J18.46; E163|        Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain & tears:

J19.1;   E163|        His Children exil'd from his breast pass to and fro before him
J19.2;   E163|        His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches

J19.3;   E164|        His tents are fall'n! his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his harp
J19.4;   E164|        Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms & fire.
J19.5;   E164|        His milk of Cows, & honey of Bees, & fruit of golden harvest,
J19.6;   E164|        Is gather'd in the scorching heat, & in the driving rain:
J19.7;   E164|        Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain:
J19.8;   E164|        His giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust:
J19.9;   E164|        Till from within his witherd breast grown narrow with his woes:
J19.10; E164|        The corn is turn'd to thistles & the apples into poison:
J19.11; E164|        The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!
J19.12; E164|        The voices of children in his tents, to cries of helpless infants!
J19.13; E164|        And self-exiled from the face of light & shine of morning,
J19.14; E164|        In the dark world a narrow house! he wanders up and down,
J19.15; E164|        Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within,
J19.16; E164|        His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth.

J19.17; E164|        All his Affections now appear withoutside: all his Sons,
J19.18; E164|        Hand, Hyle & Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton,
J19.19; E164|        Scofeld, Kox, Kotope & Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill!
J19.20; E164|        Who are the Spectres of the Twentyfour, each Double-form'd:
J19.21; E164|        Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath
J19.22; E164|        The dark incessant sky, seeking for rest and finding none:
J19.23; E164|        Raging against their Human natures, ravning to gormandize
J19.24; E164|        The Human majesty and beauty of the Twentyfour.
J19.25; E164|        Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abhorrence
J19.26; E164|        Suspition & revenge, & the seven diseases of the Soul
J19.27; E164|        Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud[.]
J19.28; E164|        Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albions sake, and for
J19.29; E164|        Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom;
J19.30; E164|        Which hardend against them more and more; as he builded onwards
J19.31; E164|        On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd
J19.32; E164|        Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory:
J19.33; E164|        And Los was roofd in from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
J19.34; E164|        Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all
J19.35; E164|        Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity.

J19.36; E164|        Albions Circumference was clos'd: his Center began darkning
J19.37; E164|        Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose
J19.38; E164|        Clouded with storms: Los his strong Guard walkd round beneath the Moon
J19.39; E164|        And Albion flee inward among the currents of his rivers.

J19.40; E164|        He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd
J19.41; E164|        In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala
J19.42; E164|        The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeths vales,
J19.43; E164|        In a sweet moony night & silence that they had created
J19.44; E164|        With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon,
J19.45; E164|        Dividing & uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem

J19.46; E165|        Trembling! then in one comingling in eternal tears,
J19.47; E165|        Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.

J20.1;   E165|        But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale:
J20.2;   E165|        Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.
J20.3;   E165|        Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears:
J20.4;   E165|        Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.

J20.5;   E165|        Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life
J20.6;   E165|        And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence:
J20.7;   E165|        Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil:
J20.8;   E165|        Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds:
J20.9;   E165|        Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb:
J20.10; E165|        Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.

J20.11; E165|        Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil.

J20.12; E165|        When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls:
J20.13; E165|        Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast,
J20.14; E165|        Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyes
J20.15; E165|        The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone.
J20.16; E165|        The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.
J20.17; E165|        They view their former life: they number moments over and over;
J20.18; E165|        Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.
J20.19; E165|        Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also!
J20.20; E165|        Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.

J20.21; E165|        Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.

J20.22; E165|        O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest
J20.23; E165|        At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little
J20.24; E165|        Error & fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a Sin
J20.25; E165|        Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have Sinned
J20.26; E165|        Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love!
J20.27; E165|        Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon
J20.28; E165|        Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of Moab
J20.29; E165|        I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vain
J20.30; E165|        When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine;
J20.31; E165|        Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands
J20.32; E165|        Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty
J20.33; E165|        Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.
J20.34; E165|        The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion,
J20.35; E165|        Because it inclosd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another!
J20.36; E165|        Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd thee!
J20.37; E165|        Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love:
J20.38; E165|        I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.
J20.39; E165|        The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:

J20.40; E166|        He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion.
J20.41; E166|        Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!

J20.42; E166|        Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd

J21.1;   E166|        O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans
J21.2;   E166|        You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup:
J21.3;   E166|        The disease of Shame covers me from head to feet: I have no hope
J21.4;   E166|        Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin.
J21.5;   E166|        Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of me
J21.6;   E166|        Shame divides Families. Shame hath divided Albion in sunder!
J21.7;   E166|        First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations
J21.8;   E166|        My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate. the Forests fled
J21.9;   E166|        The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separated
J21.10; E166|        The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my disease
J21.11; E166|        All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste
J21.12; E166|        Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure!
J21.13; E166|        That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle,
J21.14; E166|        And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes
J21.15; E166|        Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil
J21.16; E166|        Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher. I thrust him from my presence
J21.17; E166|        And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep.
J21.18; E166|        Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom:
J21.19; E166|        I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I behold
J21.20; E166|        Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear:
J21.21; E166|        Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed
J21.22; E166|        Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side:
J21.23; E166|        In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna
J21.24; E166|        Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide!
J21.25; E166|        Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller:
J21.26; E166|        I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most,
J21.27; E166|        Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetite
J21.28; E166|        Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand sees
J21.29; E166|        In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes
J21.30; E166|        He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face:
J21.31; E166|        Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens
J21.32; E166|        Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen!
J21.33; E166|        Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge!
J21.34; E166|        Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in Cruelty
J21.35; E166|        Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief
J21.36; E166|        Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt & Despair
J21.37; E166|        Malden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voices   t268
J21.38; E166|        I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds
J21.39; E166|        From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth:
J21.40; E166|        I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roads
J21.41; E166|        Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide

J21.42; E167|        I see them die beneth the whips of the Captains! they are taken
J21.43; E167|        In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe
J21.44; E167|        Six months they lie embalmd in Silent death: warshipped   t269
J21.45; E167|        Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring
J21.46; E167|        Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before
J21.47; E167|        The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals & their deadly cries
J21.48; E167|        Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law
J21.49; E167|        Revengeful? O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
J21.50; E167|        Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion

J22.1;   E167|        Albion thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me
J22.2;   E167|        Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates piercing my hands & feet:
J22.3;   E167|        Till Skofields Nimrod the mighty Huntsman Jehovah came,
J22.4;   E167|        With Cush his Son & took me down. He in a golden Ark,
J22.5;   E167|        Bears me before his Armies tho my shadow hovers here
J22.6;   E167|        The flesh of multitudes fed & nouris[h]d me in my childhood
J22.7;   E167|        My morn & evening food were prepard in Battles of Men
J22.8;   E167|        Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley
J22.9;   E167|        Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in the Valley of Vision.
J22.10; E167|        All Love is lost! terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love   t270
J22.11; E167|        And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty
J22.12; E167|        Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven; but now
J22.13; E167|        Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance & searching eyes
J22.14; E167|        I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved
J22.15; E167|        And in the dark recesses found Sin & can never return.

J22.16; E167|        Albion again utterd his voice beneath the silent Moon

J22.17; E167|        I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty
J22.18; E167|        I brought Love into light & fancied Innocence is no more

J22.19; E167|        Then spoke Jerusalem O Albion! my Father Albion
J22.20; E167|        Why wilt thou number every little fibre of my Soul
J22.21; E167|        Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to dry?
J22.22; E167|        The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy
J22.23; E167|        Horrible hast & deadly! nought shalt thou find in it
J22.24; E167|        But dark despair & everlasting brooding melancholy!

J22.25; E167|        Then Albion turnd his face toward Jerusalem & spoke

J22.26; E167|        Hide thou Jerusalem in impalpable voidness, not to be
J22.27; E167|        Touchd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem
J22.28; E167|        Would thou wert not & that thy place might never be found
J22.29; E167|        But come O Vala with knife & cup: drain my blood
J22.30; E167|        To the last drop! then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle

ED; E167|        21:44 warshipped] perhaps a scribal error for "worshipped"; but see textual
ED; E167|        note.

J22.31; E168|        For I see Luvah whom I slew. I behold him in my Spectre
J22.32; E168|        As I behold Jerusalem in thee O Vala dark and cold

J22.33; E168|        Jerusalem then stretchd her hand toward the Moon & spoke

J22.34; E168|        Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War
J22.35; E168|        When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim

J22.36; E168|        Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain & replied

J23.1;   E168|        Jerusalem! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion!
J23.2;   E168|        Daughter of my phantasy! unlawful pleasure! Albions curse!
J23.3;   E168|        I came here with intention to annihilate thee! But
J23.4;   E168|        My soul is melted away, inwoven within the Veil
J23.5;   E168|        Hast thou again knitted the Veil of Vala, which I for thee
J23.6;   E168|        Pitying rent in ancient times. I see it whole and more
J23.7;   E168|        Perfect, and shining with beauty! But thou! O wretched Father!   t271

J23.8;   E168|        Jerusalem reply'd, like a voice heard from a sepulcher:
J23.9;   E168|        Father! once piteous! Is Pity. a Sin? Embalm'd in Vala's bosom
J23.10; E168|        In an Eternal Death for. Albions sake, our best beloved.
J23.11; E168|        Thou art my Father & my Brother: Why hast thou hidden me,
J23.12; E168|        Remote from the divine Vision: my Lord and Saviour.

J23.13; E168|        Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair:
J23.14; E168|        He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose!
J23.15; E168|        Inward complacency of Soul: a Self-annihilation!

J23.16; E168|        I have erred! I am ashamed! and will never return more:
J23.17; E168|        I have taught my children sacrifices of cruelty: what shall I answer?
J23.18; E168|        I will hide it from Eternals! I will give myself for my Children!
J23.19; E168|        Which way soever I turn, I behold Humanity and Pity!

J23.20; E168|        He recoil'd: he rush'd outwards; he bore the Veil whole away
J23.21; E168|        His fires redound from his Dragon Altars in Errors returning.
J23.22; E168|        He drew the Veil of Moral Virtue, woven for Cruel Laws,
J23.23; E168|        And cast it into the Atlantic Deep, to catch the Souls of the Dead.
J23.24; E168|        He stood between the Palm tree & the Oak of weeping
J23.25; E168|        Which stand upon the edge of Beulah; and there Albion sunk
J23.26; E168|        Down in sick pallid languor! These were his last words, relapsing!
J23.27; E168|        Hoarse from his rocks, from caverns of Derbyshire & Wales
J23.28; E168|        And Scotland, utter'd from the Circumference into Eternity.

J23.29; E168|        Blasphemous Sons of Feminine delusion! God in the dreary Void
J23.30; E168|        Dwells from Eternity, wide separated from the Human Soul
J23.31; E168|        But thou deluding Image by whom imbu'd the Veil I rent
J23.32; E168|        Lo here is Valas Veil whole, for a Law, a Terror & a Curse!
J23.33; E168|        And therefore God takes vengeance on me: from my clay-cold bosom
J23.34; E168|        My children wander trembling victims of his Moral Justice.

J23.35; E169|        His snows fall on me and cover me, while in the Veil I fold
J23.36; E169|        My dying limbs. Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught
J23.37; E169|        But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albions Curse!
J23.38; E169|        May God who dwells in this dark Ulro & voidness, vengeance take,
J23.39; E169|        And draw thee down into this Abyss of sorrow and torture,
J23.40; E169|        Like me thy Victim. O that Death & Annihilation were the same!

J24.1;   E169|        What have I said? What have I done? O all-powerful Human Words!
J24.2;   E169|        You recoil back upon me in the blood of the Lamb slain in his Children.
J24.3;   E169|        Two bleeding Contraries equally true, are his Witnesses against me
J24.4;   E169|        We reared mighty Stones: we danced naked around them:
J24.5;   E169|        Thinking to bring Love into light of day, to Jerusalems shame:
J24.6;   E169|        Displaying our Giant limbs to all the winds of heaven! Sudden
J24.7;   E169|        Shame siezd us, we could not look on one-another for abhorrence: the Blue
J24.8;   E169|        Of our immortal Veins & all their Hosts fled from our Limbs,
J24.9;   E169|        And wanderd distant in a dismal Night clouded & dark:
J24.10; E169|        The Sun fled from the Britons forehead: the Moon from his mighty loins:
J24.11; E169|        Scandinavia fled with all his mountains filld with groans.

J24.12; E169|        O what is Life & what is Man. O what is Death? Wherefore
J24.13; E169|        Are you my Children, natives in the Grave to where I go
J24.14; E169|        Or are you born to feed the hungry ravenings of Destruction
J24.15; E169|        To be the sport of Accident! to waste in Wrath & Love, a weary
J24.16; E169|        Life, in brooding cares & anxious labours, that prove but chaff.
J24.17; E169|        O Jerusalem Jerusalem I have forsaken thy Courts
J24.18; E169|        Thy Pillars of ivory & gold: thy Curtains of silk & fine
J24.19; E169|        Linen: thy Pavements of precious stones: thy Walls of pearl
J24.20; E169|        And gold, thy Gates of Thanksgiving thy Windows of Praise:
J24.21; E169|        Thy Clouds of Blessing; thy Cherubims of Tender-mercy
J24.22; E169|        Stretching their Wings sublime over the Little-ones of Albion
J24.23; E169|        O Human Imagination O Divine Body I have Crucified
J24.24; E169|        I have turned my back upon thee into the Wastes of Moral Law:
J24.25; E169|        There Babylon is builded in the Waste, founded in Human desolation.
J24.26; E169|        O Babylon thy Watchman stands over thee in the night
J24.27; E169|        Thy severe Judge all the day long proves thee O Babylon
J24.28; E169|        With provings of destruction, with giving thee thy hearts desire.
J24.29; E169|        But Albion is cast forth to the Potter his Children to the Builders
J24.30; E169|        To build Babylon because they have forsaken Jerusalem
J24.31; E169|        The Walls of Babylon are Souls of Men: her Gates the Groans
J24.32; E169|        Of Nations: her Towers are the Miseries of once happy Families.
J24.33; E169|        Her Streets are paved with Destruction, her Houses built with Death
J24.34; E169|        Her Palaces with Hell & the Grave; her Synagogues with Torments
J24.35; E169|        Of ever-hardening Despair squard & polishd with cruel skill

J24.36; E170|        Yet thou wast lovely as the summer cloud upon my hills
J24.37; E170|        When Jerusalem was thy hearts desire in times of youth & love.
J24.38; E170|        Thy Sons came to Jerusalem with gifts, she sent them away
J24.39; E170|        With blessings on their hands & on their feet, blessings of gold,
J24.40; E170|        And pearl & diamond: thy Daughters sang in her Courts:
J24.41; E170|        They came up to Jerusalem; they walked before Albion
J24.42; E170|        In the Exchanges of London every Nation walkd
J24.43; E170|        And London walkd in every Nation mutual in love & harmony
J24.44; E170|        Albion coverd the whole Earth, England encompassd the Nations,
J24.45; E170|        Mutual each within others bosom in Visions of Regeneration;
J24.46; E170|        Jerusalem coverd the Atlantic Mountains & the Erythrean,
J24.47; E170|        From bright Japan & China to Hesperia France & England.
J24.48; E170|        Mount Zion lifted his head in every Nation under heaven:
J24.49; E170|        And the Mount of Olives was beheld over the whole Earth:
J24.50; E170|        The footsteps of the Lamb of God were there: but now no more
J24.51; E170|        No more shall I behold him, he is closd in Luvahs Sepulcher.
J24.52; E170|        Yet why these smitings of Luvah, the gentlest mildest Zoa?
J24.53; E170|        If God was Merciful this could not be: O Lamb of God
J24.54; E170|        Thou art a delusion and Jerusalem is my Sin! O my Children
J24.55; E170|        I have educated you in the crucifying cruelties of Demonstration
J24.56; E170|        Till you have assum'd the Providence of God & slain your Father
J24.57; E170|        Dost thou appear before me who liest dead in Luvahs Sepulcher
J24.58; E170|        Dost thou forgive me! thou who wast Dead & art Alive?   t272
J24.59; E170|        Look not so Merciful upon me O thou Slain Lamb of God
J24.60; E170|        I die! I die in thy arms tho Hope is banishd from me.   t273

J24.61; E170|        Thundring the Veil rushes from his hand Vegetating Knot by
J24.62; E170|        Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night; loud roll the indignant Atlantic
J24.63; E170|        Waves & the Erythrean, turning up the bottoms of the Deeps

J25.1;   E170|        And there was heard a great lamenting in Beulah: all the Regions
J25.2;   E170|        Of Beulah were moved as the tender bowels are moved: & they said:

J25.3;   E170|        Why did you take Vengeance O ye Sons of the mighty Albion?
J25.4;   E170|        Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples
J25.5;   E170|        Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed:
J25.6;   E170|        As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him
J25.7;   E170|        Done to the Divine Lord & Saviour, who suffers with those that suffer:
J25.8;   E170|        For not one sparrow can suffer, & the whole Universe not suffer also,
J25.9;   E170|        In all its Regions, & its Father & Saviour not pity and weep.
J25.10; E170|        But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace & Repentance in the bosom
J25.11; E170|        Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain:
J25.12; E170|        Descend O Lamb of God & take away the imputation of Sin
J25.13; E170|        By the Creation of States & the deliverance of Individuals Evermore Amen

J25.14; E171|        Thus wept they in Beulah over the Four Regions of Albion
J25.15; E171|        But many doubted & despaird & imputed Sin & Righteousness
J25.16; E171|        To Individuals & not to States, and these Slept in Ulro.


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