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Chap: 2 [plates 28-50]

J28; E174|        Jerusalem.

J28.1;   E174|        Every ornament of perfection, and every labour of love,
J28.2;   E174|        In all the Garden of Eden, & in all the golden mountains
J28.3;   E174|        Was become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy:
J28.4;   E174|        And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher & judge.

J28.5;   E174|        And Albion spoke from his secret seat and said

J28.6;   E174|        All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the labours
J28.7;   E174|        Of loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendships
J28.8;   E174|        Horrid to think of when enquired deeply into; and all
J28.9;   E174|        These hills & valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin
J28.10; E174|        I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast!
J28.11; E174|        A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth:
J28.12; E174|        That Man be separate from Man, & here I plant my seat.

J28.13; E174|        Cold snows drifted around him: ice coverd his loins around
J28.14; E174|        He sat by Tyburns brook, and underneath his heel, shot up!
J28.15; E174|        A deadly Tree, he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the Law
J28.16; E174|        Of God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight.

J28.17; E174|        The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groand)
J28.18; E174|        They bent don, they felt the earth and again enrooting
J28.19; E174|        Shot into many a Tree! an endless labyrinth of woe!

J28.20; E174|        From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd) Enemies
J28.21; E174|        For Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars,
J28.22; E174|        Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potters Furnace
J28.23; E174|        He nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albions Sons
J28.24; E174|        Must have become the first Victims, being the first transgressors
J28.25; E174|        But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom: building A Strong
J28.26; E174|        Fortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy,
J28.27; E174|        In Shame & Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!

J29.1;   E175|        Turning his back to the Divine Vision, his Spectrous
J29.2;   E175|        Chaos before his face appeard: an Unformed Memory.

J29.3;   E175|        Then spoke the Spectrous Chaos to Albion darkning cold
J29.4;   E175|        From the back & loins where dwell the Spectrous Dead

J29.5;   E175|        I am your Rational Power O Albion & that Human Form
J29.6;   E175|        You call Divine, is but a Worm seventy inches long
J29.7;   E175|        That creeps forth in a night & is dried in the morning sun
J29.8;   E175|        In fortuitous concourse of memorys accumulated & lost
J29.9;   E175|        It plows the Earth in its own conceit, it overwhelms the Hills
J29.10; E175|        Beneath its winding labyrinths, till a stone of the brook
J29.11; E175|        Stops it in midst of its pride among its hills & rivers[.]
J29.12; E175|        Battersea & Chelsea mourn, London & Canterbury tremble
J29.13; E175|        Their place shall not be found as the wind passes over[.]
J29.14; E175|        The ancient Cities of the Earth remove as a traveller
J29.15; E175|        And shall Albions Cities remain when I pass over them
J29.16; E175|        With my deluge of forgotten remembrances over the tablet

J29.17; E175|        So spoke the Spectre to Albion. he is the Great Selfhood
J29.18; E175|        Satan: Worshipd as God by the Mighty Ones of the Earth
J29.19; E175|        Having a white Dot calld a Center from which branches out
J29.20; E175|        A Circle in continual gyrations. this became a Heart
J29.21; E175|        From which sprang numerous branches varying their motions
J29.22; E175|        Producing many Heads three or seven or ten, & hands & feet
J29.23; E175|        Innumerable at will of the unfortunate contemplator
J29.24; E175|        Who becomes his food[:] such is the way of the Devouring Power

J29.25; E175|        And this is the cause of the appearance in the frowning Chaos[.]
J29.26; E175|        Albions Emanation which he had hidden in Jealousy
J29.27; E175|        Appeard now in the frowning Chaos prolific upon the Chaos
J29.28; E175|        Reflecting back to Albion in Sexual Reasoning Hermaphroditic

J29.29; E175|        Albion spoke. Who art thou that appearest in gloomy pomp
J29.30; E175|        Involving the Divine Vision in colours of autumn ripeness
J29.31; E175|        I never saw thee till this time, nor beheld life abstracted
J29.32; E175|        Nor darkness immingled with light on my furrowd field
J29.33; E175|        Whence camest thou! who art thou O loveliest? the Divine Vision
J29.34; E175|        Is as nothing before thee, faded is all life and joy

J29.35; E175|        Vala replied in clouds of tears Albions garment embracing

J29.36; E175|        I was a City & a Temple built by Albions Children.
J29.37; E175|        I was a Garden planted with beauty I allured on hill & valley
J29.38; E175|        The River of Life to flow against my walls & among my trees
J29.39; E175|        Vala was Albions Bride & Wife in great Eternity
J29.40; E175|        The loveliest of the daughters of Eternity when in day-break

J29.41; E176|        I emanated from Luvah over the Towers of Jerusalem
J29.42; E176|        And in her Courts among her little Children offering up
J29.43; E176|        The Sacrifice of fanatic love! why loved I Jerusalem!
J29.44; E176|        Why was I one with her embracing in the Vision of Jesus
J29.45; E176|        Wherefore did I loving create love, which never yet
J29.46; E176|        Immingled God & Man, when thou & I, hid the Divine Vision
J29.47; E176|        In cloud of secret gloom which behold involve me round about   t278
J29.48; E176|        Know me now Albion: look upon me I alone am Beauty
J29.49; E176|        The Imaginative Human Form is but a breathing of Vala
J29.50; E176|        I breathe him forth into the Heaven from my secret Cave
J29.51; E176|        Born of the Woman to obey the Woman O Albion the mighty
J29.52; E176|        For the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love

J301; E176|        Elevate into the Region of Brotherhood with my red fires

J30.2;   E176|        Art thou Vala? replied Albion, image of my repose
J30.3;   E176|        O how I tremble! how my members pour down milky fear!
J30.4;   E176|        A dewy garment covers me all over, all manhood is gone!
J30.5;   E176|        At thy word & at thy look death enrobes me about
J30.6;   E176|        From head to feet, a garment of death & eternal fear
J30.7;   E176|        Is not that Sun thy husband & that Moon thy glimmering Veil?
J30.8;   E176|        Are not the Stars of heaven thy Children! art thou not Babylon?
J30.9;   E176|        Art thou Nature Mother of all! is Jerusalem thy Daughter
J30.10; E176|        Why have thou elevate inward: O dweller of outward chambers
J30.11; E176|        From grot & cave beneath the Moon dim region of death
J30.12; E176|        Where I laid my Plow in the hot noon, where my hot team fed
J30.13; E176|        Where implements of War are forged, the Plow to go over the Nations
J30.14; E176|        In pain girding me round like a rib of iron in heaven! O Vala
J30.15; E176|        In Eternity they neither marry nor are given in marriage
J30.16; E176|        Albion the high Cliff of the Atlantic is become a barren Land

J30.17; E176|        Los stood at his Anvil: he heard the contentions of Vala--
J30.18; E176|        He heavd his thundring Bellows upon the valleys of Middlesex
J30.19; E176|        He opend his Furnaces before Vala, then Albion frownd in anger
J30.20; E176|        On his Rock: ere yet the Starry Heavens were fled away
J30.21; E176|        From his awful Members, and thus Los cried aloud
J30.22; E176|        To the Sons of Albion & to Hand the eldest Son of Albion

J30.23; E176|        I hear the screech of Childbirth loud pealing, & the groans
J30.24; E176|        Of Death, in Albions clouds dreadful utterd over all the Earth
J30.25; E176|        What may Man be? who can tell! but what may Woman be?
J30.26; E176|        To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.
J30.27; E176|        There is a Throne in every Man, it is the Throne of God
J30.28; E176|        This Woman has claimd as her own & Man is no more!
J30.29; E176|        Albion is the Tabernacle of Vala & her Temple
J30.30; E176|        And not the Tabernacle & Temple of the Most High
J30.31; E176|        O Albion why wilt thou Create a Female Will?

J30.32; E177|        To hide the most evident God in a hidden covert, even
J30.33; E177|        In the shadows of a Woman & a secluded Holy Place
J30.34; E177|        That we may pry after him as after a stolen treasure
J30.35; E177|        Hidden among the Dead & mured up from the paths of life
J30.36; E177|        Hand! art thou not Reuben enrooting thyself into Bashan
J30.37; E177|        Till thou remainest a vaporous Shadow in a Void! O Merlin!
J30.38; E177|        Unknown among the Dead where never before Existence came
J30.39; E177|        Is this the Female Will O ye lovely Daughters of Albion. To
J30.40; E177|        Converse concerning Weight & Distance in the Wilds of Newton & Locke

J30.41; E177|        So Los spoke standing on Mam-Tor looking over Europe & Asia
J30.42; E177|        The Graves thunder beneath his feet from Ireland to Japan

J30.43; E177|        Reuben slept in Bashan like one dead in the valley
J30.44; E177|        Cut off from Albions mountains & from all the Earths summits
J30.45; E177|        Between Succoth & Zaretan beside the Stone of Bohan
J30.46; E177|        While the Daughters of Albion divided Luvah into three Bodies
J30.47; E177|        Los bended his Nostrils down to the Earth, then sent him over
J30.48; E177|        Jordan to the Land of the Hittite: every-one that saw him
J30.49; E177|        Fled! they fled at his horrible Form: they hid in caves
J30.50; E177|        And dens, they looked on one-another & became what they beheld

J30.51; E177|        Reuben return'd to Bashan, in despair he slept on the Stone.
J30.52; E177|        Then Gwendolen divided into Rahab & Tirza in Twelve Portions[.]
J30.53; E177|        Los rolled, his Eyes into two narrow circles, then sent him
J30.54; E177|        Over Jordan; all terrified fled: they became what they beheld.

J30.55; E177|        If Perceptive Organs vary: Objects of Perception seem to vary:
J30.56; E177|        If the Perceptive Organs close: their Objects seem to close also:
J30.57; E177|        Consider this O mortal Man! O worm of sixty winters said Los
J30.58; E177|        Consider Sexual Organization & hide thee in the dust.

J31.1;   E177|        Then the Divine hand found the Two Limits, Satan and Adam,
J31.2;   E177|        In Albions bosom: for in every Human bosom those Limits stand.
J31.3;   E177|        And the Divine voice came from the Furnaces, as multitudes without
J31.4;   E177|        Number! the voices of the innumerable multitudes of Eternity.
J31.5;   E177|        And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces;
J31.6;   E177|        Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law,
J31.7;   E177|        (In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,)
J31.8;   E177|        And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love.

J31.9;   E177|        Albion goes to Eternal Death: In Me all Eternity.
J31.10; E177|        Must pass thro' condemnation, and awake beyond the Grave!
J31.11; E177|        No individual can keep these Laws, for they are death
J31.12; E177|        To every energy of man, and forbid the springs of life;
J31.13; E177|        Albion hath enterd the State Satan! Be permanent O State!
J31.14; E177|        And be thou for ever accursed! that Albion may arise again:

J31.15; E178|        And be thou created into a State! I go forth to Create
J31.16; E178|        States: to deliver Individuals evermore! Amen.

J31.17; E178|        So spoke the voice from the Furnaces, descending into Non-Entity
J31.18; E178|        [To Govern the Evil by Good: and States abolish Systems.]   t279

J32.1;   E178|        Reuben return'd to his place, in vain he sought beautiful Tirzah
J32.2;   E178|        For his Eyelids were narrowd, & his Nostrils scented the ground
J32.3;   E178|        And Sixty Winters Los raged in the Divisions of Reuben:
J32.4;   E178|        Building the Moon of Ulro, plank by plank & rib by rib
J32.5;   E178|        Reuben slept in the Cave of Adam, and Los folded his Tongue
J32.6;   E178|        Between Lips of mire & clay, then sent him forth over Jordan
J32.7;   E178|        In the love of Tirzah he said Doubt is my food day & night--
J32.8;   E178|        All that beheld him fled howling and gnawed their tongues
J32.9;   E178|        For pain: they became what they beheld[.] In reasonings Reuben returned
J32.10; E178|        To Heshbon. disconsolate he walkd thro Moab & he stood
J32.11; E178|        Before the Furnaces of Los in a horrible dreamful slumber,
J32.12; E178|        On Mount Gilead looking toward Gilgal: and Los bended
J32.13; E178|        His Ear in a spiral circle outward; then sent him over Jordan.

J32.14; E178|        The Seven Nations fled before him they became what they beheld
J32.15; E178|        Hand, Hyle & Coban fled: they became what they beheld
J32.16; E178|        Gwantock & Peachy hid in Damascus beneath Mount Lebanon
J32.17; E178|        Brereton & Slade in Egypt. Hutton & Skofeld & Kox
J32.18; E178|        Fled over Chaldea in terror in pains in every nerve
J32.19; E178|        Kotope & Bowen became what they beheld, fleeing over the Earth
J32.20; E178|        And the Twelve Female Emanations fled with them agonizing.

J32.21; E178|        Jerusalem trembled seeing her Children drivn by Los's Hammer
J32.22; E178|        In the visions of the dreams of Beulah on the edge of Non-Entity
J32.23; E178|        Hand stood between Reuben & Merlin, as the Reasoning Spectre
J32.24; E178|        Stands between the Vegetative Man & his Immortal Imagination

J32.25; E178|        And the Four Zoa's clouded rage East & West & North & South
J32.26; E178|        They change their situations, in the Universal Man.
J32.27; E178|        Albion groans, he sees the Elements divide before his face.
J32.28; E178|        And England who is Brittannia divided into Jerusalem & Vala
J32.29; E178|        And Urizen assumes the East, Luvah assumes the South
J32.30; E178|        In his dark Spectre ravening from his open Sepulcher

J32.31; E178|        And the Four Zoa's who are the Four Eternal Senses of Man
J32.32; E178|        Became Four Elements separating from the Limbs of Albion
J32.33; E178|        These are their names in the Vegetative Generation
J32.34; E178|        [West Weighing East & North dividing Generation South bounding]   t280
J32.35; E178|        And Accident & Chance were found hidden in Length Bredth & Highth
J32.36; E178|        And they divided into Four ravening deathlike Forms
J32.37; E178|        Fairies & Genii & Nymphs & Gnomes of the Elements.
J32.38; E178|        These are States Permanently Fixed by the Divine Power

J32.39; E179|        The Atlantic Continent sunk round Albions cliffy shore
J32.40; E179|        And the Sea poured in amain upon the Giants of Albion
J32.41; E179|        As Los bended the Senses of Reuben Reuben is Merlin
J32.42; E179|        Exploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation; Redemption. & Judgment

J32.43; E179|        And many of the Eternal Ones laughed after their manner

J32.44; E179|        Have you known the judgment that is arisen among the
J32.45; E179|        Zoa's of Albion? where a Man dare hardly to embrace
J32.46; E179|        His own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they call
J32.47; E179|        By the name of Morality. their Daughters govern all
J32.48; E179|        I hidden deceit! they are Vegetable only fit for burning
J32.49; E179|        Art & Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty displayd

J32.50; E179|        Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death
J32.51; E179|        Said thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whom
J32.52; E179|        It seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadful
J32.53; E179|        Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even of
J32.54; E179|        Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy
J32.55; E179|        Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus Amen
J32.56; E179|        And Length Bredth Highth again Obey the Divine Vision Hallelujah

J33.1;   E179|        And One stood forth from the Divine Family &,said   t281

J33.2;   E179|        I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself!
J33.3;   E179|        Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us?
J33.4;   E179|        The Spectre is, in Giant Man; insane, and most deform'd.
J33.5;   E179|        Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury!
J33.6;   E179|        He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee:
J33.7;   E179|        And a Death of Eight thousand years forg'd by thyself, upon
J33.8;   E179|        The point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with Laws
J33.9;   E179|        Our Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delights

J33.10; E179|        So Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albions feet,   t282
J33.11; E179|        Again he join'd the Divine Body, following merciful;
J33.12; E179|        While Albion fled more indignant! revengeful covering

J34.1;   E179|        His face and bosom with petrific hardness, and his hands
J34.2;   E179|        And feet, lest any should enter his bosom & embrace
J34.3;   E179|        His hidden heart; his Emanation wept & trembled within him:
J34.4;   E179|        Uttering not his jealousy, but hiding it as with
J34.5;   E179|        Iron and steel, dark and opake, with clouds & tempests brooding:
J34.6;   E179|        His strong limbs shudderd upon his mountains high and dark.

J34.7;   E179|        Turning from Universal Love petrific as he went,
J34.8;   E179|        His cold against the warmth of Eden rag'd with loud
J34.9;   E179|        Thunders of deadly war (the fever of the human soul)
J34.10; E179|        Fires and clouds of rolling smoke! but mild the Saviour follow'd him,

J34.11; E180|        Displaying the Eternal Vision! the Divine Similitude!
J34.12; E180|        In loves and tears of brothers, sisters, sons, fathers, and friends
J34.13; E180|        Which if Man ceases to behold, he ceases to exist:

J34.14; E180|        Saying. Albion! Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love,
J34.15; E180|        With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought:
J34.16; E180|        Mutual in one anothers love and wrath all renewing
J34.17; E180|        We live as One Man; for contracting our infinite senses
J34.18; E180|        We behold multitude; or expanding: we behold as one,
J34.19; E180|        As One Man all the Universal Family; and that One Man
J34.20; E180|        We call Jesus the Christ: and he in us, and we in him,
J34.21; E180|        Live in perfect harmony in Eden the land of life,
J34.22; E180|        Giving, recieving, and forgiving each others trespasses.
J34.23; E180|        He is the Good shepherd, he is the Lord and master:
J34.24; E180|        He is the Shepherd of Albion, he is all in all,
J34.25; E180|        In Eden: in the garden of God: and in heavenly Jerusalem.
J34.26; E180|        If we have offended, forgive us, take not vengeance against us.

J34.27; E180|        Thus speaking; the Divine Family follow Albion:
J34.28; E180|        I see them in the Vision of God upon my pleasant valleys.

J34.29; E180|        I behold London; a Human awful wonder of God!
J34.30; E180|        He says: Return, Albion, return! I give myself for thee:
J34.31; E180|        My Streets are my, Ideas of Imagination.
J34.32; E180|        Awake Albion, awake! and let us awake up together.
J34.33; E180|        My Houses are Thoughts: my Inhabitants; Affections,
J34.34; E180|        The children of my thoughts, walking within my blood-vessels,
J34.35; E180|        Shut from my nervous form which sleeps upon the verge of Beulah
J34.36; E180|        In dreams of darkness, while my vegetating blood in veiny pipes,
J34.37; E180|        Rolls dreadful thro' the Furnaces of Los, and the Mills of Satan.
J34.38; E180|        For Albions sake, and for Jerusalem thy Emanation
J34.39; E180|        I give myself, and these my brethren give themselves for Albion.

J34.40; E180|        So spoke London, immortal Guardian! I heard in Lambeths shades:
J34.41; E180|        In Felpham I heard and saw the Visions of Albion
J34.42; E180|        I write in South Molton Street what I both see and hear
J34.43; E180|        In regions of Humanity, in Londons opening streets.

J34.44; E180|        I see thee awful Parent Land in light, behold I see!
J34.45; E180|        Verulam! Canterbury! venerable parent of men,
J34.46; E180|        Generous immortal Guardian golden clad! for Cities
J34.47; E180|        Are Men, fathers of multitudes, and Rivers & Mount[a]ins
J34.48; E180|        Are also Men; every thing is Human, mighty! sublime!
J34.49; E180|        In every bosom a Universe expands, as wings
J34.50; E180|        Let down at will around, and call'd the Universal Tent.
J34.51; E180|        York, crown'd with loving kindness. Edinburgh, cloth'd
J34.52; E180|        With fortitude as with a garment of immortal texture
J34.53; E180|        Woven in looms of Eden, in spiritual deaths of mighty men

J34.54; E181|        Who give themselves, in Golgotha, Victims to Justice; where
J34.55; E181|        There is in Albion a Gate of precious stones and gold
J34.56; E181|        Seen only by Emanations, by vegetations viewless,
J34.57; E181|        Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde Park
J34.58; E181|        To Tyburns deathful shades, admits the wandering souls
J34.59; E181|        Of multitudes who die from Earth: this Gate cannot be found

J35.1;   E181|        By Satans Watch-fiends tho' they search numbering every grain
J35.2;   E181|        Of sand on Earth every night, they never find this Gate.
J35.3;   E181|        It is the Gate of Los. Withoutside is the Mill, intricate, dreadful
J35.4;   E181|        And fill'd with cruel tortures; but no mortal man can find the Mill
J35.5;   E181|        Of Satan, in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years

J35.6;   E181|        For Human beauty knows it not: nor can Mercy find it! But   t283
J35.7;   E181|        In the Fourth region of Humanity, Urthona namd[,]
J35.8;   E181|        Mortality begins to roll the billows of Eternal Death
J35.9;   E181|        Before the Gate of Los. Urthona here is named Los.
J35.10; E181|        And here begins the System of Moral Virtue, named Rahab.   t284
J35.11; E181|        Albion fled thro' the Gate of Los, and he stood in the Gate.

J35.12; E181|        Los was the friend of Albion who most lov'd him. In Cambridgeshire
J35.13; E181|        His eternal station, he is the twenty-eighth, & is four-fold.
J35.14; E181|        Seeing Albion had turn'd his back aginst the Divine Vision,
J35.15; E181|        Los said to Albion, Whither fleest thou? Albion reply'd.

J35.16; E181|        I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of death
J35.17; E181|        Hover within me & beneath, and spreading themselves outside
J35.18; E181|        Like rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe:
J35.19; E181|        Will none accompany me in my death? or be a Ransom for me
J35.20; E181|        In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feet
J35.21; E181|        Bound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, death's iron gloves:
J35.22; E181|        God hath forsaken me, & my friends are become a burden
J35.23; E181|        A weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me.

J35.24; E181|        Los answerd, troubled: and his soul was rent in twain:
J35.25; E181|        Must the Wise die for an Atonement? does Mercy endure Atonement?
J35.26; E181|        No! It is Moral Severity, & destroys Mercy in its Victim.
J35.27; E181|        So speaking, not yet infected with the Error & Illusion,

J36.1;   E181|        Los shudder'd at beholding Albion, for his disease
J36.2;   E181|        Arose upon him pale and ghastly: and he call'd around
J36.3;   E181|        The Friends of Albion: trembling at the sight of Eternal Death
J36.4;   E181|        The four appear'd with their Emanations in fiery
J36.5;   E181|        Chariots: black their fires roll beholding Albions House of Eternity
J36.6;   E181|        Damp couch the flames beneath and silent, sick, stand shuddering
J36.7;   E181|        Before the Porch of sixteen pillars: weeping every one
J36.8;   E181|        Descended and fell down upon their knees round Albions knees,
J36.9;   E181|        Swearing the Oath of God! with awful voice of thunders round
J36.10; E181|        Upon the hills & valleys, and the cloudy Oath roll'd far and wide

J36.11; E182|        Albion is sick! said every Valley, every mournful Hill
J36.12; E182|        And every River: our brother Albion is sick to death.
J36.13; E182|        He hath leagued himself with robbers! he hath studied the arts
J36.14; E182|        Of unbelief! Envy hovers over him! his Friends are his abhorrence!
J36.15; E182|        Those who give their lives for him are despised!
J36.16; E182|        Those who devour his soul, are taken into his bosom!
J36.17; E182|        To destroy his Emanation is their intention:
J36.18; E182|        Arise! awake O Friends of the Giant Albion
J36.19; E182|        They have perswaded him of horrible falshoods!
J36.20; E182|        They have sown errors over all his fruitful fields!

J36.21; E182|        The Twenty-four heard! they came trembling on watry chariots.
J36.22; E182|        Borne by the Living Creatures of the third procession
J36.23; E182|        Of Human Majesty, the Living Creatures wept aloud as they
J36.24; E182|        Went along Albions roads, till they arriv'd at Albions House.

J36.25; E182|        O! how the torments of Eternal Death, waited on Man:
J36.26; E182|        And the loud-rending bars of the Creation ready to burst:
J36.27; E182|        That the wide world might fly from its hinges, & the immortal mansion
J36.28; E182|        Of Man, for ever be possess'd by monsters of the deeps:
J36.29; E182|        And Man himself become a Fiend, wrap'd in an endless curse,
J36.30; E182|        Consuming and consum'd for-ever in flames of Moral Justice.

J36.31; E182|        For had the Body of Albion fall'n down, and from its dreadful ruins
J36.32; E182|        Let loose the enormous Spectre on the darkness of the deep,
J36.33; E182|        At enmity with the Merciful & fill'd with devouring fire,
J36.34; E182|        A nether-world must have recievd the foul enormous spirit,
J36.35; E182|        Under pretence of Moral Virtue, fill'd with Revenge and Law.
J36.36; E182|        There to eternity chain'd down, and issuing in red flames
J36.37; E182|        And curses, with his mighty arms brandish'd against the heavens
J36.38; E182|        Breathing cruelty blood & vengeance, gnashing his teeth with pain
J36.39; E182|        Torn with black storms, & ceaseless torrents of his own consuming fire:
J36.40; E182|        Within his breast his mighty Sons chaind down & fill'd with cursings:
J36.41; E182|        And his dark Eon, that once fair crystal form divinely clear:
J36.42; E182|        Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire.
J36.43; E182|        But, glory to the Merciful-One, for he is of tender mercies!
J36.44; E182|        And the Divine Family wept over him as One Man.

J36.45; E182|        And these the Twenty-four in whom the Divine Family
J36.46; E182|        Appear'd; and they were One in Him. A Human Vision!
J36.47; E182|        Human Divine, Jesus the Saviour, blessed for ever and ever.

J36.48; E182|        Selsey, true friend! who afterwards submitted to be devourd
J36.49; E182|        By the waves of Despair, whose Emanation rose above
J36.50; E182|        The flood, and was nam'd Chichester, lovely mild & gentle! Lo!
J36.51; E182|        Her lambs bleat to the sea-fowls cry, lamenting still for Albion.

J36.52; E182|        Submitting to be call'd the son of Los the terrible vision:
J36.53; E182|        Winchester stood devoting himself for Albion: his tents

J36.54; E183|        Outspread with abundant riches, and his Emanations
J36.55; E183|        Submitting to be call'd Enitharmons daughters, and be born
J36.56; E183|        In vegetable mould: created by the Hammer and Loom
J36.57; E183|        In Bowlahoola & Allamanda where the Dead wail night & day.

J36.58; E183|        (I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.
J36.59; E183|        Los built the stubborn structure of the Language, acting against
J36.60; E183|        Albions melancholy, who must else have been a Dumb despair.)

J36.61; E183|        Gloucester and Exeter and Salisbury and Bristol: and benevolent

J37.1;   E183|        Bath who is Legions: he is the Seventh, the physician and
J37.2;   E183|        The poisoner: the best and worst in Heaven and Hell:
J37.3;   E183|        Whose Spectre first assimilated with Luvah in Albions mountains
J37.4;   E183|        A triple octave he took, to reduce Jerusalem to twelve
J37.5;   E183|        To cast Jerusalem forth upon the wilds to Poplar & Bow:
J37.6;   E183|        To Malden & Canterbury in the delights of cruelty:
J37.7;   E183|        The Shuttles of death sing in the sky to Islington & Pancrass
J37.8;   E183|        Round Marybone to Tyburns River, weaving black melancholy as a net,
J37.9;   E183|        And despair as meshes closely wove over the west of London,
J37.10; E183|        Where mild Jerusalem sought to repose in death & be no more.
J37.11; E183|        She fled to Lambeths mild Vale and hid herself beneath
J37.12; E183|        The Surrey Hills where Rephaim terminates: her Sons are siez'd
J37.13; E183|        For victims of sacrifice; but Jerusalem cannot be found! Hid
J37.14; E183|        By the Daughters of Beulah: gently snatch'd away: and hid in Beulah

J37.15; E183|        There is a Grain of Sand in Lambeth that Satan cannot find
J37.16; E183|        Nor can his Watch Fiends find it: tis translucent & has many Angles
J37.17; E183|        But he ho finds it will find Oothoons palace, for within
J37.18; E183|        Opening into Beulah every angle is a lovely heaven
J37.19; E183|        But should the Watch Fiends find it, they would call it Sin
J37.20; E183|        And lay its Heavens & their inhabitants in blood of punishment
J37.21; E183|        Here Jerusalem & Vala were hid in soft slumberous repose
J37.22; E183|        Hid from the terrible East, shut up in the South & West.

J37.23; E183|        The Twenty-eight trembled in Deaths dark caves, in cold despair
J37.24; E183|        They kneeld around the Couch of Death in deep humiliation
J37.25; E183|        And tortures of self condemnation while their Spectres ragd within.
J37.26; E183|        The Four Zoa's in terrible combustion clouded rage
J37.27; E183|        Drinking the shuddering fears & loves of Albions Families
J37.28; E183|        Destroying by selfish affections the things that they most admire
J37.29; E183|        Drinking & eating, & pitying & weeping, as at a trajic scene.
J37.30; E183|        The soul drinks murder & revenge, & applauds its own holiness

J37.31; E183|        They saw Albion endeavouring to destroy their Emanations.   t285

J37ill; E184|        [illustration, with inscription, reversed: "Each Man is in / his
J37ill; E184|        Spectre's power / Untill the arrival / of that hour, / When his
J37ill; E184|        Humanity / awake / And cast his Spectre / into the Lake"]

J38.1;   E184|        They saw their Wheels rising up poisonous against Albion
J38.2;   E184|        Urizen, cold & scientific: Luvah, pitying & weeping
J38.3;   E184|        Tharmas, indolent & sullen: Urthona, doubting & despairing
J38.4;   E184|        Victims to one another & dreadfully plotting against each other
J38.5;   E184|        To prevent Albion walking about in the Four Complexions.

J38.6;   E184|        They saw America clos'd out by the Oaks of the western shore;
J38.7;   E184|        And Tharmas dash'd on the Rocks of the Altars of Victims in Mexico.
J38.8;   E184|        If we are wrathful Albion will destroy Jerusalem with rooty Groves
J38.9;   E184|        If we are merciful, ourselves must suffer destruction on his Oaks!
J38.10; E184|        Why should we enter into our Spectres, to behold our own corruptions
J38.11; E184|        O God of Albion descend! deliver Jerusalem from the Oaken Groves!

J38.12; E184|        Then Los grew furious raging: Why stand we here trembling around
J38.13; E184|        Calling on God for help; and not ourselves in whom God dwells
J38.14; E184|        Stretching a hand to save the falling Man: are we not Four
J38.15; E184|        Beholding Albion upon the Precipice ready to fall into Non-Entity:
J38.16; E184|        Seeing these Heavens & Hells conglobing in the Void. Heavens over Hells
J38.17; E184|        Brooding in holy hypocritic lust, drinking the cries of pain

J38.18; E185|        From howling victims of Law: building Heavens Twenty-seven-fold.
J38.19; E185|        Swelld & bloated General Forms, repugnant to the Divine-
J38.20; E185|        Humanity, who is the Only General and Universal Form
J38.21; E185|        To which all Lineaments tend & seek with love & sympathy
J38.22; E185|        All broad & general principles belong to benevolence
J38.23; E185|        Who protects minute particulars, every one in their own identity.
J38.24; E185|        But here the affectionate touch of the tongue is closd in by deadly teeth
J38.25; E185|        And the soft smile of friendship & the open dawn of benevolence
J38.26; E185|        Become a net & a trap, & every energy renderd cruel,
J38.27; E185|        Till the existence of friendship & benevolence is denied:
J38.28; E185|        The wine of the Spirit & the vineyards of the Holy-One.
J38.29; E185|        Here: turn into poisonous stupor & deadly intoxication:
J38.30; E185|        That they may be condemnd by Law & the Lamb of God be slain!
J38.31; E185|        And the two Sources of Life in Eternity[,] Hunting and War,
J38.32; E185|        Are become the Sources of dark & bitter Death & of corroding Hell:
J38.33; E185|        The open heart is shut up in integuments of frozen silence
J38.34; E185|        That the spear that lights it forth may shatter the ribs & bosom
J38.35; E185|        A pretence of Art, to destroy Art: a pretence of Liberty
J38.36; E185|        To destroy Liberty. a pretence of Religion to destroy Religion
J38.37; E185|        Oshea and Caleb fight: they contend in the valleys of Peor
J38.38; E185|        In the terrible Family Contentions of those who love each other:
J38.39; E185|        The Armies of Balaam weep---no women come to the field
J38.40; E185|        Dead corses lay before them, & not as in Wars of old.
J38.41; E185|        For the Soldier who fights for Truth, calls his enemy is brother:
J38.42; E185|        They fight & contend for life, & not for eternal death!
J38.43; E185|        But here the Soldier strikes, & a dead corse falls at his feet
J38.44; E185|        Nor Daughter nor Sister nor Mother come forth to embosom the Slain!
J38.45; E185|        But Death! Eternal Death! remains in the Valleys of Peor.
J38.46; E185|        The English are scatterd over the face of the Nations: are these
J38.47; E185|        Jerusalems children? Hark! hear the Giants of Albion cry at night
J38.48; E185|        We smell the blood of the English! we delight in their blood on our Altars!
J38.49; E185|        The living & the dead shall be ground in our rumbling Mills
J38.50; E185|        For bread of the Sons of Albion: of the Giants Hand & Scofield
J38.51; E185|        Scofeld & Kox are let loose upon my Saxons! they accumulate
J38.52; E185|        A World in which Man is by his Nature the Enemy of Man,
J38.53; E185|        In pride of Selfhood unwieldy stretching out into Non Entity
J38.54; E185|        Generalizing Art & Science till Art & Science is lost.
J38.55; E185|        Bristol & Bath, listen to my words, & ye Seventeen: give ear!
J38.56; E185|        It is easy to acknowledge a man to be great & good while we
J38.57; E185|        Derogate from him in the trifles & small articles of that goodness:
J38.58; E185|        Those alone are his friends, who admire his minutest powers[.]
J38.59; E185|        Instead of Albions lovely mountains & the curtains of Jerusalem
J38.60; E185|        I see a Cave, a Rock, a Tree deadly and poisonous, unimaginative:
J38.61; E185|        Instead of the Mutual Forgivenesses, the Minute Particulars, I see
J38.62; E185|        Pits of bitumen ever burning: artificial Riches of the Canaanite

J38.63; E186|        Like Lakes of liquid lead: instead of heavenly Chapels, built
J38.64; E186|        By our dear Lord: I see Worlds crusted with snows & ice;
J38.65; E186|        I see a Wicker Idol woven round Jerusalems children. I see
J38.66; E186|        The Canaanite, the Amalekite, the Moabite, the Egyptian:
J38.67; E186|        By Demonstrations the cruel Sons of Quality & Negation.
J38.68; E186|        Driven on the Void in incoherent despair into Non Entity
J38.69; E186|        I see America closd apart, & Jerusalem driven in terror
J38.70; E186|        Away from Albions mountains, far away from Londons spires!
J38.71; E186|        I will not endure this thing! I alone withstand to death,
J38.72; E186|        This outrage! Ah me! how sick & pale you all stand round me!
J38.73; E186|        Ah me! pitiable ones! do you also go to deaths vale?
J38.74; E186|        All you my Friends & Brothers! all you my beloved Companions!
J38.75; E186|        Have you also caught the infection of Sin & stern Repentance?
J38.76; E186|        I see Disease arise upon you! yet speak to me and give
J38.77; E186|        Me some comfort: why do you all stand silent? I alone
J38.78; E186|        Remain in permanent strength. Or is all this goodness & pity, only
J38.79; E186|        That you may take the greater vengeance in your Sepulcher.

J38.80; E186|        So Los spoke. Pale they stood around the House of Death:
J38.81; E186|        In the midst of temptations & despair: among the rooted Oaks:
J38.82; E186|        Among reared Rocks of Albions Sons, at length they rose

J39.1;   E186|        With one accord in love sublime, & as on Cherubs wings
J39.2;   E186|        They Albion surround with kindest violence to bear him back
J39.3;   E186|        Against his will thro Los's Gate to Eden: Four-fold; loud!
J39.4;   E186|        Their Wings waving over the bottomless Immense: to bear
J39.5;   E186|        Their awful charge back to his native home: but Albion dark,
J39.6;   E186|        Repugnant; rolld his Wheels backward into Non-Entity
J39.7;   E186|        Loud roll the Starry Wheels of Albion into the World of Death
J39.8;   E186|        And all the Gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding from
J39.9;   E186|        Albions dread Wheels, stretching out spaces immense between
J39.10; E186|        That every little particle of light & air, became Opake
J39.11; E186|        Black & immense, a Rock of difficulty & a Cliff
J39.12; E186|        Of black despair; that the immortal Wings labourd against
J39.13; E186|        Cliff after cliff, & over Valleys of despair & death:
J39.14; E186|        The narrow Sea between Albion & the Atlantic Continent:
J39.15; E186|        Its waves of pearl became a boundless Ocean bottomless,
J39.16; E186|        Of grey obscurity, filld with clouds & rocks & whirling waters
J39.17; E186|        And Albions Sons ascending & descending in the horrid Void.

J39.18; E186|        But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of Divine
J39.19; E186|        Power: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime,
J39.20; E186|        The Family Divine hover around the darkend Albion.

J39.21; E186|        Such is the nature of the Ulro: that whatever enters:
J39.22; E186|        Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born.
J39.23; E186|        From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath Albion
J39.24; E186|        In dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation.

J39.25; E187|        Forming a Sexual Machine: an Aged Virgin Form.
J39.26; E187|        In Erins Land toward the north, joint after joint & burning
J39.27; E187|        In love & jealousy immingled & calling it Religion
J39.28; E187|        And feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated Los
J39.29; E187|        Conjuring him by the Highest that he should Watch over them
J39.30; E187|        Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to Los
J39.31; E187|        Naming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah

J39.32; E187|        Strucken with Albions disease they become what they behold;
J39.33; E187|        They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion;
J39.34; E187|        Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep
J39.35; E187|        The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of Death
J39.36; E187|        Before the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non Entity
J39.37; E187|        Among the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion.

J39.38; E187|        Man is adjoind to Man by his Emanative portion:
J39.39; E187|        Who is Jerusalem in every individual Man: and her
J39.40; E187|        Shadow is Vala, builded by the Reasoning power in Man
J39.41; E187|        O search & see: turn your eyes inward: open O thou World
J39.42; E187|        Of Love & Harmony in Man: expand thy ever lovely Gates.

J39.43; E187|        They wept into the deeps a little space at length was heard
J39.44; E187|        The voice of Bath, faint as the voice of the Dead in the House of Death

J40.1;   E187|        Bath, healing City! whose wisdom in midst of Poetic
J40.2;   E187|        Fervor: mild spoke thro' the Western Porch, in soft gentle tears

J40.3;   E187|        O Albion mildest Son of Eden! clos'd is thy Western Gate
J40.4;   E187|        Brothers of Eternity! this Man whose great example
J40.5;   E187|        We all admir'd & lov'd, whose all benevolent countenance, seen
J40.6;   E187|        In Eden, in lovely Jerusalem, drew even from envy
J40.7;   E187|        The tear: and the confession of honesty, open & undisguis'd
J40.8;   E187|        From mistrust and suspition. The Man is himself become
J40.9;   E187|        A piteous example of oblivion. To teach the Sons
J40.10; E187|        Of Eden, that however great and glorious; however loving
J40.11; E187|        And merciful the Individuality; however high
J40.12; E187|        Our palaces and cities, and however fruitful are our fields
J40.13; E187|        In Selfhood, we are nothing: but fade away in mornings breath,
J40.14; E187|        Our mildness is nothing: the greatest mildness we can use
J40.15; E187|        Is incapable and nothing! none but the Lamb of God can heal
J40.16; E187|        This dread disease: none but Jesus! O Lord descend and save!
J40.17; E187|        Albions Western Gate is clos'd: his death is coming apace!
J40.18; E187|        Jesus alone can save him; for alas we none can know
J40.19; E187|        How soon his lot may be our own. When Africa in sleep
J40.20; E187|        Rose in the night of Beulah, and bound down the Sun & Moon
J40.21; E187|        His friends cut his strong chains, & overwhelm'd his dark
J40.22; E187|        Machines in fury & destruction, and the Man reviving repented
J40.23; E187|        He wept before his wrathful brethren, thankful & considerate

J40.24; E188|        For their well timed wrath. But Albions sleep is not
J40.25; E188|        Like Africa's: and his machines are woven with his life
J40.26; E188|        Nothing but mercy can save him! nothing but mercy interposing
J40.27; E188|        Lest he should slay Jerusalem in his fearful jealousy
J40.28; E188|        O God descend! gather our brethren, deliver Jerusalem
J40.29; E188|        But that we may omit no office of the friendly spirit
J40.30; E188|        Oxford take thou these leaves of the Tree of Life: with eloquence
J40.31; E188|        That thy immortal tongue inspires; present them to Albion:
J40.32; E188|        Perhaps he may recieve them, offerd from thy loved hands.

J40.33; E188|        So spoke, unheard by Albion. the merciful Son of Heaven
J40.34; E188|        To those whose Western Gates were open, as they stood weeping
J40.35; E188|        Around Albion: but Albion heard him not; obdurate! hard!
J40.36; E188|        He frown'd on all his Friends, counting them enemies in his sorrow

J40.37; E188|        And the Seventeen conjoining with Bath, the Seventh:
J40.38; E188|        In whom the other Ten shone manifest, a Divine Vision!
J40.39; E188|        Assimilated and embrac'd Eternal Death for Albions sake.

J40.40; E188|        And these the names of the Eighteen combining with those Ten   t286

J41.1;   E188|        Bath, mild Physician of Eternity, mysterious power
J41.2;   E188|        Whose springs are unsearchable & knowledg infinite.
J41.3;   E188|        Hereford, ancient Guardian of Wales, whose hands
J41.4;   E188|        Builded the mountain palaces of Eden, stupendous works!
J41.5;   E188|        Lincoln, Durham & Carlisle, Councellors of Los.
J41.6;   E188|        And Ely, Scribe of Los, whose pen no other hand
J41.7;   E188|        Dare touch! Oxford, immortal Bard! with eloquence
J41.8;   E188|        Divine, he wept over Albion: speaking the words of God
J41.9;   E188|        In mild perswasion: bringing leaves of the Tree of Life.

J41.10; E188|        Thou art in Error Albion, the Land of Ulro:
J41.11; E188|        One Error not remov'd, will destroy a human Soul
J41.12; E188|        Repose in Beulahs night, till the Error is remov'd
J41.13; E188|        Reason not on both sides. Repose upon our bosoms
J41.14; E188|        Till the Plow of Jehovah, and the Harrow of Shaddai
J41.15; E188|        Have passed over the Dead, to awake the Dead to Judgment.
J41.16; E188|        But Albion turn'd away refusing comfort.

J41.17; E188|        Oxford trembled while he spoke, then fainted in the arms
J41.18; E188|        Of Norwich, Peterboro, Rochester, Chester awful, Worcester,
J41.19; E188|        Litchfield, Saint Davids, Landaff, Asaph, Bangor, Sodor,
J41.20; E188|        Bowing their heads devoted: and the Furnaces of Los
J41.21; E188|        Began to rage, thundering loud the storms began to roar
J41.22; E188|        Upon the Furnaces, and loud the Furnaces rebellow beneath

J41.23; E188|        And these the Four in whom the twenty-four appear'd four-fold:
J41.24; E188|        Verulam, London, York, Edinburgh, mourning one towards another

J41.25; E189|        Alas!--The time will come, when a mans worst enemies
J41.26; E189|        Shall be those of his own house and family: in a Religion
J41.27; E189|        Of Generation, to destroy by Sin and Atonement, happy Jerusalem,
J41.28; E189|        The Bride and Wife of the Lamb. O God thou art Not an Avenger!

J42.1;   E189|        Thus Albion sat, studious of others in his pale disease:
J42.2;   E189|        Brooding on evil: but when Los opend the Furnaces before him:
J42.3;   E189|        He saw that the accursed things were his own affections,
J42.4;   E189|        And his own beloveds: then he turn'd sick! his soul died within him
J42.5;   E189|        Also Los sick & terrified beheld the Furnaces of Death
J42.6;   E189|        And must have died, but the Divine Saviour descended
J42.7;   E189|        Among the infant loves & affections, and the Divine Vision wept
J42.8;   E189|        Like evening dew on every herb upon the breathing ground

J42.9;   E189|        Albion spoke in his dismal dreams: O thou deceitful friend
J42.10; E189|        Worshipping mercy & beholding thy friend in such affliction:
J42.11; E189|        Los! thou now discoverest thy turpitude to the heavens.
J42.12; E189|        I demand righteousness & justice. O thou ingratitude!
J42.13; E189|        Give me my Emanations back[,] food for my dying soul!
J42.14; E189|        My daughters are harlots! my sons are accursed before me.
J42.15; E189|        Enitharmon is my daughter: accursed with a fathers curse!
J42.16; E189|        O! I have utterly been wasted! I have given my daughters to devils

J42.17; E189|        So spoke Albion in gloomy majesty, and deepest night
J42.18; E189|        Of Ulro rolld round his skirts from Dover to Cornwall.

J42.19; E189|        Los answerd. Righteousness & justice I give thee in return
J42.20; E189|        For thy righteousness! but I add mercy also, and bind
J42.21; E189|        Thee from destroying these little ones: am I to be only
J42.22; E189|        Merciful to thee and cruel to all that thou hatest[?]
J42.23; E189|        Thou wast the Image of God surrounded by the Four Zoa's
J42.24; E189|        Three thou hast slain! I am the Fourth: thou canst not destroy me.
J42.25; E189|        Thou art in Error; trouble me not with thy righteousness.
J42.26; E189|        I have innocence to defend and ignorance to instruct:
J42.27; E189|        I have no time for seeming; and little arts of compliment,
J42.28; E189|        In morality and virtue: in self-glorying and pride.
J42.29; E189|        There is a limit of Opakeness, and a limit of Contraction;
J42.30; E189|        In every Individual Man, and the limit of Opakeness,
J42.31; E189|        Is named Satan: and the limit of Contraction is named Adam.
J42.32; E189|        But when Man sleeps in Beulah, the Saviour in mercy takes
J42.33; E189|        Contractions Limit, and of the Limit he forms Woman: That
J42.34; E189|        Himself may in process of time be born Man to redeem
J42.35; E189|        But there is no Limit of Expansion! there is no Limit of Translucence.
J42.36; E189|        In the bosom of Man for ever from eternity to eternity.
J42.37; E189|        Therefore I break thy bonds of righteousness; I crush thy messengers!
J42.38; E189|        That they may not crush me and mine: do thou be righteous,
J42.39; E189|        And I will return it; otherwise I defy thy worst revenge:

J42.40; E190|        Consider me as thine enemy: on me turn all thy fury
J42.41; E190|        But destroy not these little ones, nor mock the Lords anointed:
J42.42; E190|        Destroy not by Moral Virtue, the little ones whom he hath chosen!
J42.43; E190|        The little ones whom he hath chosen in preference to thee.
J42.44; E190|        He hath cast thee off for ever; the little ones he hath anointed!
J42.45; E190|        Thy Selfhood is for ever accursed from the Divine presence

J42.46; E190|        So Los spoke: then turn'd his face & wept for Albion.

J42.47; E190|        Albion replied. Go! Hand & Hyle! sieze the abhorred friend:   t287
J42.48; E190|        As you Have siezd the Twenty-four rebellious ingratitudes;
J42.49; E190|        To atone for you, for spiritual death! Man lives by deaths of Men
J42.50; E190|        Bring him to justice before heaven here upon London stone,
J42.51; E190|        Between Blackheath & Hounslow, between Norwood & Finchley
J42.52; E190|        All that they have is mine: from my free genrous gift,
J42.53; E190|        They now hold all they have: ingratitude to me!
J42.54; E190|        To me their benefactor calls aloud for vengeance deep.

J42.55; E190|        Los stood before his Furnaces awaiting the fury of the Dead:
J42.56; E190|        And the Divine hand was upon him, strengthening him mightily.

J42.57; E190|        The Spectres of the Dead cry out from the deeps beneath
J42.58; E190|        Upon the hills of Albion; Oxford groans in his iron furnace
J42.59; E190|        Winchester in his den & cavern; they lament against
J42.60; E190|        Albion: they curse their human kindness & affection
J42.61; E190|        They rage like wild beasts in the forests of affliction
J42.62; E190|        In the dreams of Ulro they repent of their human kindness.

J42.63; E190|        Come up, build Babylon, Rahab is ours & all her multitudes
J42.64; E190|        With her in pomp and glory of victory. Depart
J42.65; E190|        Ye twenty-four into the deeps! let us depart to glory!

J42.66; E190|        Their Human majestic forms sit up upon their Couches
J42.67; E190|        Of death: they curb their Spectres as with iron curbs
J42.68; E190|        They enquire after Jerusalem in the regions of the dead,
J42.69; E190|        With the voices of dead men, low, scarcely articulate,
J42.70; E190|        And with tears cold on their cheeks they weary repose.

J42.71; E190|        O when shall the morning of the grave appear, and when
J42.72; E190|        Shall our salvation come? we sleep upon our watch
J42.73; E190|        We cannot awake! and our Spectres rage in the forests
J42.74; E190|        O God of Albion where art thou! pity the watchers!

J42.75; E190|        Thus mourn they. Loud the Furnaces of Los thunder upon
J42.76; E190|        The clouds of Europe & Asia, among the Serpent Temples!

J42.77; E190|        And Los drew his Seven Furnaces around Albions Altars
J42.78; E190|        And as Albion built his frozen Altars, Los built the Mundane Shell,
J42.79; E190|        In the Four Regions of Humanity East & West & North & South,

J42.80; E191|        Till Norwood & Finchley & Blackheath & Hounslow, coverd the whole Earth.
J42.81; E191|        This is the Net & Veil of Vala, among the Souls of the Dead.

J43.1;   E191|        Then the Divine Vision like a silent Sun appeard above
J43.2;   E191|        Albions dark rocks: setting behind the Gardens of Kensington
J43.3;   E191|        On Tyburns River, in clouds of blood: where was mild Zion Hills
J43.4;   E191|        Most ancient promontory, and in the Sun, a Human Form appeard
J43.5;   E191|        And thus the Voice Divine went forth upon the rocks of Albion

J43.6;   E191|        I elected Albion for my glory; I gave to him the Nations,
J43.7;   E191|        Of the whole Earth. he was the Angel of my Presence: and all
J43.8;   E191|        The Sons of God were Albions Sons: and Jerusalem was my joy.
J43.9;   E191|        The Reactor hath hid himself thro envy. I behold him.
J43.10; E191|        But you cannot behold him till he be reveald in his System
J43.11; E191|        Albions Reactor must have a Place prepard: Albion must Sleep
J43.12; E191|        The Sleep of Death, till the Man of Sin & Repentance be reveald.
J43.13; E191|        Hidden in Albions Forests he lurks: he admits of no Reply
J43.14; E191|        From Albion: but hath founded his Reaction into a Law
J43.15; E191|        Of Action, for Obedience to destroy the Contraries of Man[.]
J43.16; E191|        He hath compelld Albion to become a Punisher & hath possessd
J43.17; E191|        Himself of Albions Forests & Wilds! and Jerusalem is taken!
J43.18; E191|        The City of the Woods in the Forest of Ephratah is taken!
J43.19; E191|        London is a stone of her ruins; Oxford is the dust of her walls!
J43.20; E191|        Sussex & Kent are her scatterd garments: Ireland her holy place!
J43.21; E191|        And the murderd bodies of her little ones are Scotland and Wales
J43.22; E191|        The Cities of the Nations are the smoke of her consummation
J43.23; E191|        The Nations are her dust! ground by the chariot wheels
J43.24; E191|        Of her lordly conquerors, her palaces levelld with the dust
J43.25; E191|        I come that I may find a way for my banished ones to return
J43.26; E191|        Fear not O little Flock I come! Albion shall rise again.

J43.27; E191|        So saying, the mild Sun inclosd the Human Family.

J43.28; E191|        Forthwith from Albions darkning [r]ocks came two Immortal forms  t288
J43.29; E191|        Saying We alone are escaped. O merciful Lord and Saviour,
J43.30; E191|        We flee from the interiors of Albions hills and mountains!
J43.31; E191|        From his Valleys Eastward: from Amalek Canaan & Moab:
J43.32; E191|        Beneath his vast ranges of hills surrounding Jerusalem.

J43.33; E191|        Albion walkd on the steps of fire before his Halls
J43.34; E191|        And Vala walkd with him in dreams of soft deluding slumber.
J43.35; E191|        He looked up & saw the Prince of Light with splendor faded
J43.36; E191|        Then Albion ascended mourning into the porches of his Palace
J43.37; E191|        Above him rose a Shadow from his wearied intellect:
J43.38; E191|        Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy: in white linen pure he hoverd

J43.39; E192|        A sweet entrancing self-delusion a watry vision of Albion
J43.40; E192|        Soft exulting in existence; all the Man absorbing!

J43.41; E192|        Albion fell upon his face prostrate before the watry Shadow
J43.42; E192|        Saying O Lord whence is this change! thou knowest I am nothing!
J43.43; E192|        And Vala trembled & coverd her face! & her locks were spread on the pavement

J43.44; E192|        We heard astonishd at the Vision & our heart trembled within us:
J43.45; E192|        We heard the voice of slumberous Albion, and thus he spake,
J43.46; E192|        Idolatrous to his own Shadow words of eternity uttering:

J43.47; E192|        O I am nothing when I enter into judgment with thee!
J43.48; E192|        If thou withdraw thy breath I die & vanish into Hades
J43.49; E192|        If thou dost lay thine hand upon me behold I am silent:
J43.50; E192|        If thou withhold thine hand; I perish like a fallen leaf:
J43.51; E192|        O I am nothing: and to nothing must return again:
J43.52; E192|        If thou withdraw thy breath. Behold I am oblivion.

J43.53; E192|        He ceasd: the shadowy voice was silent: but the cloud hoverd over their heads
J43.54; E192|        In golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man; & the balmy drops fell down.
J43.55; E192|        And lo! that son of Man that Shadowy Spirit of mild Albion:
J43.56; E192|        Luvah descended from the cloud; in terror Albion rose:
J43.57; E192|        Indignant rose the awful Man, & turnd his back on Vala.

J43.58; E192|        We heard the voice of Albion starting from his sleep:

J43.59; E192|        Whence is this voice crying Enion! that soundeth in my ears?
J43.60; E192|        O cruel pity! O dark deceit! can love seek for dominion?

J43.61; E192|        And Luvah strove to gain dominion over Albion
J43.62; E192|        They strove together above the Body where Vala was inclosd
J43.63; E192|        And the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement,
J43.64; E192|        Coverd with boils from head to foot: the terrible smitings of Luvah.

J43.65; E192|        Then frownd the fallen Man, and put forth Luvah from his presence
J43.66; E192|        Saying. Go and Die the Death of Man, for Vala the sweet wanderer.
J43.67; E192|        I will turn the volutions of your ears outward, and bend your nostrils
J43.68; E192|        Downward, and your fluxile eyes englob'd roll round in fear:
J43.69; E192|        Your withring lips and tongue shrink up into a narrow circle,
J43.70; E192|        Till into narrow forms you creep: go take your fiery way:
J43.71; E192|        And learn what tis to absorb the Man you Spirits of Pity & Love.

J43.72; E192|        They heard the voice and fled swift as the winters setting sun.
J43.73; E192|        And now the human blood foamd high, the Spirits Luvah & Vala,
J43.74; E192|        Went down the Human Heart where Paradise & its joys abounded,
J43.75; E192|        In jealous fears & fury & rage, & flames roll round their fervid feet:
J43.76; E192|        And the vast form of Nature like a serpent playd before them
J43.77; E192|        And as they fled in folding fires & thunders of the deep:

J43.78; E193|        Vala shrunk in like the dark sea that leaves its slimy banks.
J43.79; E193|        And from her bosom Luvah fell far as the east and west.
J43.80; E193|        And the vast form of Nature like a serpent rolld between,
J43.81; E193|        Whether of Jerusalems or Valas ruins congenerated, we know not:
J43.82; E193|        All is confusion: all is tumult, & we alone are escaped.
J43.83; E193|        So spoke the fugitives; they joind the Divine Family, trembling   t289

J44.1;   E193|        And the Two that escaped; were the Emanation of Los & his
J44.2;   E193|        Spectre: for whereever the Emanation goes, the Spectre
J44.3;   E193|        Attends her as her Guard, & Los's Emanation is named
J44.4;   E193|        Enitharmon, & his Spectre is named Urthona: they knew
J44.5;   E193|        Not where to flee: they had been on a visit to Albions Children
J44.6;   E193|        And they strove to weave a Shadow of the Emanation
J44.7;   E193|        To hide themselves: weeping & lamenting for the Vegetation
J44.8;   E193|        Of Albions Children; fleeing thro Albions vales in streams of gore

J44.9;   E193|        Being not irritated by insult bearing insulting benevolences
J44.10; E193|        They percieved that corporeal friends are spiritual enemies
J44.11; E193|        They saw the Sexual Religion in its embryon Uncircumcision
J44.12; E193|        And the Divine hand was upon them bearing them thro darkness
J44.13; E193|        Back safe to their Humanity as doves to their windows:
J44.14; E193|        Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in Songs
J44.15; E193|        Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.

J44.16; E193|        They wept & trembled: & Los put forth his hand & took them in
J44.17; E193|        Into his Bosom: from which Albion shrunk in dismal pain;
J44.18; E193|        Rending the fibres of Brotherhood & in Feminine Allegories
J44.19; E193|        Inclosing Los: but the Divine Vision appeard with Los
J44.20; E193|        Following Albion into his Central Void among his Oaks.

J44.21; E193|        And Los prayed and said. O Divine Saviour arise
J44.22; E193|        Upon the Mountains of Albion as in ancient time. Behold!
J44.23; E193|        The Cities of Albion seek thy face, London groans in pain
J44.24; E193|        From Hill to Hill & the Thames laments along the Valleys
J44.25; E193|        The little Villages of Middlesex & Surrey hunger & thirst
J44.26; E193|        The Twenty-eight Cities of Albion stretch their hands to thee:
J44.27; E193|        Because of the Opressors of Albion in every City & Village:
J44.28; E193|        They mock at the Labourers limbs! they mock at his starvd Children.
J44.29; E193|        They buy his Daughters that they may have power to sell his Sons:
J44.30; E193|        They compell the Poor to live upon a crust of bread by soft mild arts:
J44.31; E193|        They reduce the Man to want: then give with pomp & ceremony.
J44.32; E193|        The praise of Jehovah is chaunted from lips of hunger & thirst!
J44.33; E193|        Humanity knows not of Sex: wherefore are Sexes in Beulah?
J44.34; E193|        In Beulah the Female lets down her beautiful Tabernacle;
J44.35; E193|        Which the Male enters magnificent between her Cherubim:
J44.36; E193|        And becomes One with her mingling condensing in Self-love
J44.37; E193|        The Rocky Law of Condemnation & double Generation, & Death.

J44.38; E194|        Albion hath enterd the Loins the place of the Last Judgment:
J44.39; E194|        And Luvah hath drawn the Curtains around Albion in Vala's bosom
J44.40; E194|        The Dead awake to Generation! Arise O Lord, & rend the Veil!

J44.41; E194|        So Los in lamentations followd Albion, Albion coverd,

J45.1;   E194|        His western heaven with rocky clouds of death & despair.

J45.2;   E194|        Fearing that Albion should turn his back against the Divine Vision
J45.3;   E194|        Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions
J45.4;   E194|        Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves
J45.5;   E194|        Of despair & death, to search the tempters out, walking among
J45.6;   E194|        Albions rocks & precipices! caves of solitude & dark despair,
J45.7;   E194|        And saw every Minute Particular of Albion degraded & murderd
J45.8;   E194|        But saw not by whom; they were hidden within in the minute particulars
J45.9;   E194|        Of which they had possessd themselves; and there they take up
J45.10; E194|        The articulations of a mans soul, and laughing throw it down
J45.11; E194|        Into the frame, then knock it out upon the plank, & souls are bak'd
J45.12; E194|        In bricks to build the pyramids of Heber & Terah. But Los
J45.13; E194|        Searchd in vain: closd from the minutia he walkd, difficult.
J45.14; E194|        He came down from Highgate thro Hackney & Holloway towards London
J45.15; E194|        Till he came to old Stratford & thence to Stepney & the Isle
J45.16; E194|        Of Leuthas Dogs, thence thro the narrows of the Rivers side
J45.17; E194|        And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down
J45.18; E194|        The kennels of the streets & lanes as if they were abhorrd.
J45.19; E194|        Every Universal Form, was become barren mountains of Moral
J45.20; E194|        Virtue: and every Minute Particular hardend into grains of sand:
J45.21; E194|        And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth & mire,
J45.22; E194|        Among the winding places of deep contemplation intricate
J45.23; E194|        To where the Tower of London frownd dreadful over Jerusalem:
J45.24; E194|        A building of Luvah builded in Jerusalems eastern gate to be
J45.25; E194|        His secluded Court: thence to Bethlehem where was builded
J45.26; E194|        Dens of despair in the house of bread: enquiring in vain
J45.27; E194|        Of stones and rocks he took his way, for human form was none:
J45.28; E194|        And thus he spoke, looking on Albions City with many tears

J45.29; E194|        What shall I do! what could I do, if I could find these Criminals
J45.30; E194|        I could not dare to take vengeance; for all things are so constructed
J45.31; E194|        And builded by the Divine hand, that the sinner shall always escape,
J45.32; E194|        And he who takes vengeance alone is the criminal of Providence;
J45.33; E194|        If I should dare to lay my finger on a grain of sand
J45.34; E194|        In way of vengeance; I punish the already punishd: O whom
J45.35; E194|        Should I pity if I pity not the sinner who is gone astray!
J45.36; E194|        O Albion, if thou takest vengeance; if thou revengest thy wrongs
J45.37; E194|        Thou art for ever lost! What can I do to hinder the Sons
J45.38; E194|        Of Albion from taking vengeance? or how shall I them perswade.

J45.39; E195|        So spoke Los, travelling thro darkness & horrid solitude:
J45.40; E195|        And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster & Marybone,
J45.41; E195|        Among the ruins of the Temple: and Vala who is her Shadow,
J45.42; E195|        Jerusalems Shadow bent northward over the Island white.
J45.43; E195|        At length he sat on London Stone, & heard Jerusalems voice.

J45.44; E195|        Albion I cannot be thy Wife. thine own Minute Particulars,
J45.45; E195|        Belong to God alone. and all thy little ones are holy
J45.46; E195|        They are of Faith & not of Demonstration: wherefore is Vala
J45.47; E195|        Clothd in black mourning upon my rivers currents, Vala awake!
J45.48; E195|        I hear thy shuttles sing in the sky, and round my limbs
J45.49; E195|        I feel the iron threads of love & jealousy & despair.

J45.50; E195|        Vala reply'd. Albion is mine! Luvah gave me to Albion
J45.51; E195|        And now recieves reproach & hate. Was it not said of old
J45.52; E195|        Set your Son before a man & he shall take you & your sons
J45.53; E195|        For slaves: but set your Daughter before a man & She
J45.54; E195|        Shall make him & his sons & daughters your slaves for ever!
J45.55; E195|        And is this Faith? Behold the strife of Albion, & Luvah
J45.56; E195|        Is great in the east, their spears of blood rage in the eastern heaven
J45.57; E195|        Urizen is the champion of Albion, they will slay my Luvah:
J45.58; E195|        And thou O harlot daughter! daughter of despair art all
J45.59; E195|        This cause of these shakings of my towers on Euphrates.
J45.60; E195|        Here is the House of Albion, & here is thy secluded place
J45.61; E195|        And here we have found thy sins: & hence we turn thee forth,
J45.62; E195|        For all to avoid thee: to be astonishd at thee for thy sins:
J45.63; E195|        Because thou art the impurity & the harlot: & thy children!
J45.64; E195|        Children of whoredoms: born for Sacrifice: for the meat & drink
J45.65; E195|        Offering: to sustain the glorious combat & the battle & war
J45.66; E195|        That Man may be purified by the death of thy delusions.

J45.67; E195|        So saying she her dark threads cast over the trembling River:
J45.68; E195|        And over the valleys; from the hills of Hertfordshire to the hills
J45.69; E195|        Of Surrey across Middlesex & across Albions House
J45.70; E195|        Of Eternity! pale stood Albion at his eastern gate,

J46.1;   E195|        Leaning against the pillars, & his disease rose from his skirts
J46.2;   E195|        Upon the Precipice he stood! ready to fall into Non-Entity.

J46.3;   E195|        Los was all astonishment & terror: he trembled sitting on the Stone
J46.4;   E195|        Of London: but the interiors of Albions fibres & nerves were hidden
J46.5;   E195|        From Los; astonishd be beheld only the petrified surfaces:
J46.6;   E195|        And saw his Furnaces in ruins, for Los is the Demon of the Furnaces;
J46.7;   E195|        He saw also the Four Points of Albion reversd inwards
J46.8;   E195|        He siezd his Hammer & Tongs, his iron Poker & his Bellows,
J46.9;   E195|        Upon the valleys of Middlesex, Shouting loud for aid Divine.

J46.10; E195|        In stern defiance came from Albions bosom Hand, Hyle, Koban,
J46.11; E195|        Gwantok, Peachy, Brertun, Slaid, Huttn, Skofeld, Kock, Kotope

J46.12; E196|        Bowen: Albions Sons: they bore him a golden couch into the porch
J46.13; E196|        And on the Couch reposd his limbs, trembling from the bloody field.
J46.14; E196|        Rearing their Druid Patriarchal rocky Temples around his limbs.
J46.15; E196|        (All things begin & end, in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.)

J47.1;   E196|        [When Albion utterd his last words Hope is banishd from me]   t290
J47.2;   E196|        From Camberwell to Highgate where the mighty Thames shudders along,
J47.3;   E196|        Where Los's Furnaces stand, where Jerusalem & Vala howl:
J47.4;   E196|        Luvah tore forth from Albions Loins, in fibrous veins, in rivers
J47.5;   E196|        Of blood over Europe: a Vegetating Root in grinding pain.
J47.6;   E196|        Animating the Dragon Temples, soon to become that Holy Fiend
J47.7;   E196|        The Wicker Man of Scandinavia in which cruelly consumed
J47.8;   E196|        The Captives reard to heaven howl in flames among the stars
J47.9;   E196|        Loud the cries of War on the Rhine & Danube, with Albions Sons,
J47.10; E196|        Away from Beulahs hills & vales break forth the Souls of the Dead,
J47.11; E196|        With cymbal, trumpet, clarion; & the scythed chariots of Britain.

J47.12; E196|        And the Veil of Vala, is composed of the Spectres of the Dead

J47.13; E196|        Hark! the mingling cries of Luvah with the Sons of Albion
J47.14; E196|        Hark! & Record the terrible wonder! that the Punisher
J47.15; E196|        Mingles with his Victims Spectre, enslaved and tormented
J47.16; E196|        To him whom he has murderd, bound in vengeance & enmity
J47.17; E196|        Shudder not, but Write, & the hand of God will assist you!
J47.18; E196|        Therefore I write Albions last words. Hope is banish'd from me.

J48.1;   E196|        These were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his arms
J48.2;   E196|        Reciev'd him, in the arms of tender mercy and repos'd
J48.3;   E196|        The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality
J48.4;   E196|        Upon the Rock of Ages. Then, surrounded with a Cloud:
J48.5;   E196|        In silence the Divine Lord builded with immortal labour,
J48.6;   E196|        Of gold & jewels a sublime Ornament, a Couch of repose,
J48.7;   E196|        With Sixteen pillars: canopied with emblems & written verse.
J48.8;   E196|        Spiritual Verse, order'd & measur'd, from whence, time shall reveal.
J48.9;   E196|        The Five books of the Decalogue, the books of Joshua & Judges,
J48.10; E196|        Samuel, a double book & Kings, a double book, the Psalms & Prophets
J48.11; E196|        The Four-fold Gospel, and the Revelations everlasting
J48.12; E196|        Eternity groan'd & was troubled, at the image of Eternal Death!

J48.13; E196|        Beneath the bottoms of the Graves, which is Earths central joint,
J48.14; E196|        There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true:
J48.15; E196|        (To protect from the Giant blows in the sports of intellect,
J48.16; E196|        Thunder in the midst of kindness, & love that kills its beloved:
J48.17; E196|        Because Death is for a period, and they renew tenfold.)
J48.18; E196|        From this sweet Place Maternal Love awoke Jerusalem

J48.19; E197|        With pangs she forsook Beulah's pleasant lovely shadowy Universe
J48.20; E197|        Where no dispute can come; created for those who Sleep.

J48.21; E197|        Weeping was in all Beulah, and all the Daughters of Beulah
J48.22; E197|        Wept for their Sister the Daughter of Albion, Jerusalem:
J48.23; E197|        When out of Beulah the Emanation of the Sleeper descended
J48.24; E197|        With solemn mourning out of Beulahs moony shades and hills:
J48.25; E197|        Within the Human Heart, whose Gates closed with solemn sound.

J48.26; E197|        And this the manner of the terrible Separation
J48.27; E197|        The Emanations of the grievously afflicted Friends of Albion
J48.28; E197|        Concenter in one Female form an Aged pensive Woman.
J48.29; E197|        Astonish'd! lovely! embracing the sublime shade: the Daughters of Beulah
J48.30; E197|        Beheld her with wonder! With awful hands she took
J48.31; E197|        A Moment of Time, drawing it out with many tears & afflictions
J48.32; E197|        And many sorrows: oblique across the Atlantic Vale
J48.33; E197|        Which is the Vale of Rephaim dreadful from East to West,
J48.34; E197|        Where the Human Harvest waves abundant in the beams of Eden
J48.35; E197|        Into a Rainbow of jewels and gold, a mild Reflection from
J48.36; E197|        Albions dread Tomb. Eight thousand and five hundred years
J48.37; E197|        In its extension. Every two hundred years has a door to Eden
J48.38; E197|        She also took an Atom of Space, with dire pain opening it a Center
J48.39; E197|        Into Beulah: trembling the Daughters of Beulah dried
J48.40; E197|        Her tears. she ardent embrac'd her sorrows. occupied in labours
J48.41; E197|        Of sublime mercy in Rephaims Vale. Perusing Albions Tomb
J48.42; E197|        She sat: she walk'd among the ornaments solemn mourning.
J48.43; E197|        The Daughters attended her shudderings, wiping the death sweat
J48.44; E197|        Los also saw her in his seventh Furnace, he also terrified
J48.45; E197|        Saw the finger of God go forth upon his seventh Furnace:
J48.46; E197|        Away from the Starry Wheels to prepare Jerusalem a place.
J48.47; E197|        When with a dreadful groan the Emanation mild of Albion.
J48.48; E197|        Burst from his bosom in the Tomb like a pale snowy cloud,
J48.49; E197|        Female and lovely, struggling to put off the Human form
J48.50; E197|        Writhing in pain. The Daughters of Beulah in kind arms reciev'd
J48.51; E197|        Jerusalem: weeping over her among the Spaces of Erin,
J48.52; E197|        In the Ends of Beulah, where the Dead wail night & day.

J48.53; E197|        And thus Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah, in soft tears

J48.54; E197|        Albion the Vortex of the Dead!Albion the Generous!
J48.55; E197|        Albion the mildest son of Heaven! The Place of Holy Sacrifice!
J48.56; E197|        Where Friends Die for each other: will become the Place,
J48.57; E197|        Of Murder, & Unforgiving, Never-awaking Sacrifice of Enemies
J48.58; E197|        The Children must be sacrific'd! (a horror never known
J48.59; E197|        Till now in Beulah.) unless a Refuge can be found
J48.60; E197|        To hide them from the wrath of Albions Law that freezes sore
J48.61; E197|        Upon his Sons & Daughters, self-exiled from his bosom

J48.62; E198|        Draw ye Jerusalem away from Albions Mountains
J48.63; E198|        To give a Place for Redemption, let Sihon and Og
J48.64; E198|        Remove Eastward to Bashan and Gilead, and leave

J49.1;   E198|        The secret coverts of Albion & the hidden places of America
J49.2;   E198|        Jerusalem Jerusalem! why wilt thou turn away
J49.3;   E198|        Come ye O Daughters of Beulah, lament for Og & Sihon
J49.4;   E198|        Upon the Lakes of Ireland from Rathlin to Baltimore:
J49.5;   E198|        Stand ye upon the Dargle from Wicklow to Drogheda
J49.6;   E198|        Come & mourn over Albion the White Cliff of the Atlantic
J49.7;   E198|        The Mountain of Giants: all the Giants of Albion are become
J49.8;   E198|        Weak! witherd! darkend! & Jerusalem is cast forth from Albion.
J49.9;   E198|        They deny that they ever knew Jerusalem, or ever dwelt in Shiloh
J49.10; E198|        The Gigantic roots & twigs of the vegetating Sons of Albion
J49.11; E198|        Filld with the little-ones are consumed in the Fires of their Altars
J49.12; E198|        The vegetating Cities are burned & consumed from the Earth:
J49.13; E198|        And the Bodies in which all Animals & Vegetations, the Earth & Heaven
J49.14; E198|        Were containd in the All Glorious Imagination are witherd & darkend;
J49.15; E198|        The golden Gate of Havilah, and all the Garden of God,
J49.16; E198|        Was caught up with the Sun in one day of fury and war:
J49.17; E198|        The Lungs, the Heart, the Liver, shrunk away far distant from Man
J49.18; E198|        And left a little slimy substance floating upon the tides.
J49.19; E198|        In one night the Atlantic Continent was caught up with the Moon,
J49.20; E198|        And became an Opake Globe far distant clad with moony beams.
J49.21; E198|        The Visions of Eternity, by reason of narrowed perceptions,
J49.22; E198|        Are become weak Visions of Time & Space, fix'd into furrows of death;
J49.23; E198|        Till deep dissimulation is the only defence an honest man has left
J49.24; E198|        O Polypus of Death O Spectre over Europe and Asia
J49.25; E198|        Withering the Human Form by Laws of Sacrifice for Sin
J49.26; E198|        By Laws of Chastity & Abhorrence I am witherd up.
J49.27; E198|        Striving to Create a Heaven in which all shall be pure & holy
J49.28; E198|        In their Own Selfhoods, in Natural Selfish Chastity to banish Pity
J49.29; E198|        And dear Mutual Forgiveness; & to become One Great Satan
J49.30; E198|        Inslavd to the most powerful Selfhood: to murder the Divine Humanity
J49.31; E198|        In whose sight all are as the dust & who chargeth his Angels with folly!
J49.32; E198|        Ah! weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form!
J49.33; E198|        Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground!
J49.34; E198|        The Eye of Man, a little narrow orb, closd up & dark,
J49.35; E198|        Scarcely beholding the Great Light; conversing with the [Void]:   t291
J49.36; E198|        The Ear, a little shell, in small volutions shutting out
J49.37; E198|        True Harmonies, & comprehending great, as very small:
J49.38; E198|        The Nostrils, bent down to the earth & clos'd with senseless flesh.
J49.39; E198|        That odours cannot them expand, nor joy on them exult:
J49.40; E198|        The Tongue, a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys,
J49.41; E198|        A little sound it utters, & its cries are faintly heard.

J49.42; E199|        Therefore they are removed: therefore they have taken root
J49.43; E199|        In Egypt & Philistea: in Moab & Edom & Aram:
J49.44; E199|        In the Erythrean Sea their Uncircu[m]cision in Heart & Loins
J49.45; E199|        Be lost for ever & ever. then they shall arise from Self,
J49.46; E199|        By Self Annihilation into Jerusalems Courts & into Shiloh
J49.47; E199|        Shiloh the Masculine Emanation among the Flowers of Beulah
J49.48; E199|        Lo Shiloh dwells over France, as Jerusalem dwells over Albion
J49.49; E199|        Build & prepare a Wall & Curtain for Americas shore!
J49.50; E199|        Rush on: Rush on! Rush on! ye vegetating Sons of Albion
J49.51; E199|        The Sun shall go before you in Day: the Moon shall go
J49.52; E199|        Before you in Night. Come on! Come on! Come on! The Lord
J49.53; E199|        Jehovah is before, behind, above, beneath, around
J49.54; E199|        He has builded the arches of Albions Tomb binding the Stars
J49.55; E199|        In merciful Order, bending the Laws of Cruelty to Peace.
J49.56; E199|        He hath placed Og & Anak, the Giants of Albion for their Guards:
J49.57; E199|        Building the Body of Moses in the Valley of Peor: the Body
J49.58; E199|        Of Divine Analogy; and Og & Sihon in the tears of Balaam
J49.59; E199|        The Son of Beor, have given their power to Joshua & Caleb.
J49.60; E199|        Remove from Albion, far remove these terrible surfaces.
J49.61; E199|        They are beginning to form Heavens & Hells in immense
J49.62; E199|        Circles: the Hells for food to the Heavens: food of torment,
J49.63; E199|        Food of despair: they drink the condemnd Soul & rejoice
J49.64; E199|        In cruel holiness, in their Heavens of Chastity & Uncircumcision
J49.65; E199|        Yet they are blameless & Iniquity must be imputed only
J49.66; E199|        To the State they are enterd into that they may be deliverd:
J49.67; E199|        Satan is the State of Death, & not a Human existence:
J49.68; E199|        But Luvah is named Satan, because he has enterd that State.
J49.69; E199|        A World where Man is by Nature the enemy of Man
J49.70; E199|        Because the Evil is Created into a State. that Men
J49.71; E199|        May be deliverd time after time evermore. Amen.
J49.72; E199|        Learn therefore O Sisters to distinguish the Eternal Human
J49.73; E199|        That walks about among the stones of fire in bliss & woe
J49.74; E199|        Alternate! from those States or Worlds in which the Spirit travels:
J49.75; E199|        This is the only means to Forgiveness of Enemies[.]
J49.76; E199|        Therefore remove from Albion these terrible Surfaces
J49.77; E199|        And let wild seas & rocks close up Jerusalem away from

J50.1;   E199|        The Atlantic Mountains where Giants dwelt in Intellect;
J50.2;   E199|        Now given to stony Druids, and Allegoric Generation
J50.3;   E199|        To the Twelve Gods of Asia, the Spectres of those who Sleep:
J50.4;   E199|        Sway'd by a Providence oppos'd to the Divine Lord Jesus:
J50.5;   E199|        A murderous Providence! A Creation that groans, living on Death.
J50.6;   E199|        Where Fish & Bird & Beast & Man & Tree & Metal & Stone
J50.7;   E199|        Live by Devouring, going into Eternal Death continually:
J50.8;   E199|        Albion is now possess'd by the War of Blood! the Sacrifice
J50.9;   E199|        Of envy Albion is become, and his Emanation cast out:

J50.10; E200|        Come Lord Jesus, Lamb of God descend! for if; O Lord!
J50.11; E200|        If thou hadst been here, our brother Albion had not died.
J50.12; E200|        Arise sisters! Go ye & meet the Lord, while I remain--
J50.13; E200|        Behold the foggy mornings of the Dead on Albions cliffs!
J50.14; E200|        Ye know that if the Emanation remains in them:
J50.15; E200|        She will become an Eternal Death, an Avenger of Sin
J50.16; E200|        A Self-righteousness: the proud Virgin-Harlot! Mother of War!
J50.17; E200|        And we also & all Beulah, consume beneath Albions curse.

J50.18; E200|        So Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah. Shuddering
J50.19; E200|        With their wings they sat in the Furnace, in a night
J50.20; E200|        Of stars, for all the Sons of Albion appeard distant stars,
J50.21; E200|        Ascending and descending into Albions sea of death.
J50.22; E200|        And Erins lovely Bow enclos'd the Wheels of Albions Sons.
J50.23; E200|        Expanding on wing, the Daughters of Beulah replied in sweet response

J50.24; E200|        Come O thou Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin
J50.25; E200|        To Sin & to hide the Sin in sweet deceit. is lovely!!
J50.26; E200|        To Sin in the open face of day is cruel & pitiless! But
J50.27; E200|        To record the Sin for a reproach: to let the Sun go down
J50.28; E200|        In a remembrance of the Sin: is a Woe & a Horror!
J50.29; E200|        A brooder of an Evil Day, and a Sun rising in blood
J50.30; E200|        Come then O Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin

J50.31; E200|        End of Chap. 2d.   t292

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