Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion

They are red hot with cruelty: raving along the Banks of Thames And on Tyburn's Brook, among the howling Victims in loveliness. While Hand & Hyle condense the Little-ones & erect them into A mighty Temple even to the stars: but they Vegetate Beneath Los's Hammer, that Life may not be blotted out. For Los said: When the Individual appropriates Universality He divides into Male & Female: & when the Male & Female Appropriate Individuality, they become an Eternal Death. Hermaphroditic worshippers of a God of cruelty & law! Your Slaves & Captives you compell to worship a God of Mercy. These are the Demonstrations of Los & the blows of my mighty Hammer. So Los spoke. And the Giants of Albion terrified & ashamed With Los's thunderous Words, began to build trembling rocking Stones, For his Words roll in thunders & lightnings among the Temples, Terrified rocking to & fro upon the earth, & sometimes Resting in a Circle in Maiden or in Straithness or Dura, Plotting to devour Albion & Los the friend of Albion. Denying in private, mocking God & Eternal Life: & in Public Collusion, calling themselves Deists, Worshipping the Maternal Humanity: calling it Nature, and Natural Religion. But still the thunder of Los peals loud & thus the thunders cry: These beautiful Witchcrafts of Albion, are gratifyd by Cruelty.

IT is easier to forgive an Enemy than to forgive a Friend! The man who permits you to injure him, deserves your vengeance: He also will recieve it: go Spectre! obey my most secret desire, Which thou knowest without my speaking ; Go to these Fiends of Righteousness, Tell them to obey their Humanities, & not pretend Holiness, When they are murderers: as far as my Hammer & Anvil permit. Go, tell them that the Worship of God, is honouring his gifts In other men: & loving the greatest men best, each according To his Genius, which is the Holy Ghost in Man; there is no other God, than that God who is the intellectual fountain of Humanity. He who envies or calumniates, which is murder & cruelty, Murders the Holy-one; Go tell them this & overthrow their cup, Their bread, their altar-table, their incense & their oath ; Their marriage & their baptism, their burial & consecration. I have tried to make friends by corporeal gifts but have only Made enemies: I never made friends but by spiritual gifts, By severe contentions of friendship & the burning fire of thought. He who would see the Divinity must see him in his Children, One first, in friendship & love : then a Divine Family, & in the midst Jesus will appear; so he who wishes to see a Vision, a perfect Whole, Must see it in its Minute Particulars: Organized, & not as thou, O Fiend of Righteousness, pretendest:

thine is a Disorganized And snowy cloud, brooder of tempests & destructive War. You smile with pomp & rigor: you talk of benevolence & virtue; I act with benevolence & Virtue & get murder'd time after time. You accumulate Particulars, & murder by analyzing, that you May take the aggregate: & you call the aggregate Moral Law: And you call that swell'd & bloated Form a Minute Particular. But General Forms have their vitality in Particulars: & every Particular is a Man : a Divine Member of the Divine Jesus. So Los cried at his Anvil in the horrible darkness weeping. The Spectre builded stupendous Works, taking the Starry Heavens Like to a curtain & folding them according to his will, Repeating the Smaragdine Table of Hermes to draw Los down Into the Indefinite, refusing to believe without demonstration. Los reads the Stars of Albion ! the Spectre reads the Voids Between the Stars: among the arches of Albion's Tomb sublime Rolling the Sea in rocky paths: forming Leviathan And Behemoth; the War by Sea enormous & the War By Land astounding: erecting pillars in the deepest Hell, To reach the heavenly arches; Los beheld undaunted, furious, His heav'd Hammer: he swung it round & at one blow, In unpitying ruin driving down the pyramids of pride, Smiting the Spectre on his Anvil & the integuments of his Eye And Ear unbinding in dire pain, with many blows, Of strict severity self-subduing, & with many tears labouring.

Then he sent forth the Spectre: all his pyramids were grains Of sand & his pillars, dust on the fly's wing: & his starry Heavens, a moth of gold & silver mocking his anxious grasp. Thus Los alter'd his Spectre, & every Ratio of his Reason He alter'd time after time, with dire pain & many tears, Till he had completely divided him into a separate space. Terrified Los sat to behold, trembling & weeping & howling. I care not whether a Man is Good or Evil; all that I care Is whether he is a Wise Man or a Fool. Go, put off Holiness And put on Intellect: or my thund'rous Hammer shall drive thee To wrath which thou condemnest: till thou obey my voice. So Los terrified cries; trembling & weeping & howling: Beholding.

WHAT do I see! The Briton, Saxon, Roman, Norman amalgamating In my Furnaces into One Nation, the English : & taking refuge In the Loins of Albion. The Canaanite united with the fugitive Hebrew, whom she divided into Twelve, & sold into Egypt, Then scatter'd the Egyptian & Hebrew to the four Winds: This sinful Nation Created in our Furnaces & Looms is Albion. So Los spoke. Enitharmon answer'd in great terror in Lambeth's Vale The Poet's Song draws to its period & Enitharmon is no more. For if he be that Albion I can never weave him in my Looms, But when he touches the first fibrous thread, like filmy dew My Looms will be no more & I annihilate vanish for ever. Then thou wilt Create another Female according to thy Will. Los answer'd, swift as the shuttle of gold. Sexes must vanish & cease To be, when Albion arises from his dread repose, O lovely Enitharmon ; When all their Crimes, their Punishments their Accusations of Sin, All their Jealousies, Revenges, Murders, hidings of Cruelty in Deceit, Appear only in the Outward Spheres of Visionary Space and Time, In the shadows of Possibility by Mutual Forgiveness for evermore, And in the Vision & in the Prophecy, that we may Foresee & Avoid The terrors of Creation & Redemption & Judgment. Beholding them Display 'd in the Emanative Visions of Canaan, in Jerusalem & in Shiloh, And in the Shadows of Remembrance, & in the Chaos of the Spectre, Amalek, Edom, Egypt, Moab, Ammen, Asshur, Philistea, around Jerusalem: Where the Druids rear'd their Rocky Circles to make permanent Remembrance Of Sin, & the Tree of Good & Evil sprang from the Rocky Circle & Snake Of the Druid, along the Valley of Rephaim from Camberwell to Golgotha, And framed the Mundane Shell Cavernous in Length, Brea[d]th & Highth.

ENITHARMON heard. She rais'd her head like the mild Moon. O Rintrah! O Palamabron! What are your dire & awful purposes? Enitharmon's name is nothing before you: you forget all my Love, The Mother's love of obedience is forgotten, & you seek a Love Of the pride of dominion, that will Divorce Ocalythron & Elynittria, Upon East Moor in Derbyshire & along the Valleys of Cheviot. Could you Love me, Rintrah, if you Pride not in my Love, As Reuben found Mandrakes in the field & gave them to his Mother. Pride meets with Pride upon the Mountains in the stormy day In that terrible Day of Rintrah's Plow & of Satan's driving the Team. Ah! then I heard my little ones weeping along the Valley: Ah! then I saw my beloved ones fleeing from my Tent. Merlin was like thee Rintrah among the Giants of Albion, Judah was like Palamabron: O Simeon! O Levi! ye fled away! How can I hear my little ones weeping along the Valley, Or how upon the distant Hills see my beloveds' Tents. Then Los again took up his speech as Enitharmon ceas't. Fear not, my Sons, this Waking Death, he is become One with me. Behold him here! We shall not Die! we shall be united in Jesus. Will you suffer this Satan, this Body of Doubt that Seems but Is Not, To occupy the very threshold of Eternal Life, if Bacon, Newton, Locke, Deny a Conscience in Man & the Communion of Saints & Angels; Contemning the Divine Vision & Fruition, Worshipping the Deus Of the Heathen, The God of This World, & the Goddess Nature, Mystery, Babylon the Great, The Druid Dragon & hidden Harlot. Is it not that Signal of the Morning which was told us in the Beginning? Thus they converse upon Mam-Tor, the Graves thunder under their feet.

ALBION cold lays on his Rock: storms & snows beat round him, Beneath the Furnaces & the starry Wheels & the Immortal Tomb. Howling winds cover him: roaring seas dash furious against him: In the deep darkness broad lightnings glare, long thunders roll. The weeds of Death inwrap his hands & feet, blown incessant And wash'd incessant by the for-ever restless sea-waves, foaming abroad Upon the white Rock. England, a Female Shadow, as deadly damps Of the Mines of Cornwall & Derbyshire lays upon his bosom heavy, Moved by the wind in volumes of thick cloud, returning, folding round His loins & bosom, unremovable by swelling storms & loud rending Of enraged thunders. Around them the Starry Wheels of their Giant Sons Revolve: & over them the Furnaces of Los & the Immortal Tomb around: Erin sitting in the Tomb, to watch them unceasing night and day: And the Body of Albion was closed apart from all Nations. Over them the famish'd Eagle screams on boney Wings, and around Them howls the Wolf of famine, deep heaves the Ocean black, thundering Around the wormy Garments of Albion: then pausing in deathlike silence. Time was Finished! The Breath Divine Breathed over Albion Beneath the Furnaces & starry Wheels and in the Immortal Tomb, And England who is Brittannia awoke from Death on Albion's bosom: She awoke pale & cold, she fainted seven times on the Body of Albion. O piteous Sleep, O piteous Dream! O God, O God, awake! I have slain, In Dreams of Chasti(ti)ty & Moral Law I have Murdered Albion! Ah! In Stone-henge & on London Stone & in the Oak Groves of Maiden I have Slain him in my Sleep, with the Knife of the Druid. O England, O all ye Nations of the Earth behold ye the Jealous Wife! The Eagle & the Wolf & Monkey & Owl & the King & Priest were there!

HER voice pierc'd Albion's clay cold ear, he moved upon the Rock: The Breath Divine went forth upon the morning hills, Albion mov'd Upon the Rock, he open'd his eyelids in pain; in pain he mov'd His stony members, he saw England. Ah! shall the Dead live again? The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills, Albion rose In anger: the wrath of God breaking bright, flaming on all sides around His awful limbs; into the Heavens he walked, clothed in flames Loud thund'ring, with broad flashes of flaming lightning & pillars Of fire, speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms, in direful Revolutions of Action & Passion, thro' the Four Elements on all sides Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds Struggling to rise above the Mountains, in his burning hand He takes his Bow, then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold. Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor! clouds roll round the Horns of the wide Bow, loud sounding winds sport on the mountain brows; Compelling Urizen to his Furrow, & Tharmas to his Sheepfold, And Luvah to his Loom; Urthona he beheld mighty labouring at His Anvil, in the Great Spectre Los unwearied labouring & weeping. Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthona's Spectre in songs, Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble. As the Sun & Moon lead forward the Visions of Heaven & Earth England, who is Brittannia, enter'd Albion's bosom rejoicing, Rejoicing in his indignation, adoring his wrathful rebuke. She who adores not your frowns will only loathe your smiles.

AS the Sun & Moon lead forward the Visions of Heaven & Earth England, who is Brittannia, entered Albion's bosom rejoicing. Then Jesus appeared standing by Albion, as the Good Shepherd By the lost Sheep that he hath found, & Albion knew that it Was the Lord, the Universal Humanity, & Albion saw his Form A Man, & they conversed as Man with Man, in Ages of Eternity. And the Divine Appearance was the likeness & similitude of Los. Albion said. O Lord what can I do: my Selfhood cruel Marches against thee, deceitful, from Sinai & from Edom Into the Wilderness of Judah to meet thee in his pride. I behold the Visions of my deadly Sleep of Six Thousand Years, Dazling around thy skirts like a Serpent of precious stones & gold: I know it is my Self: O my Divine Creator & Redeemer. Jesus replied. Fear not Albion: unless I die thou canst not live: But if I die I shall arise again & thou with me. This is Friendship & Brotherhood: without it Man Is Not. So Jesus spoke: the Covering Cherub coming on in darkness Overshadow'd them & Jesus said. Thus do Men in Eternity, One for another to put off, by forgiveness, every sin. Albion reply'd. Cannot Man exist without Mysterious Offering of Self for Another: is this Friendship & Brotherhood? I see thee in the likeness & similitude of Los my Friend. Jesus said.

Wouldest thou love one who never died For thee,~or ever die for one who had not died for thee. And if God dieth not for Man & giveth not himself Eternally for Man, Man could not exist, for Man is Love, As God is Love: every kindness to another is a little Death In the Divine Image, nor can Man exist but by Brotherhood. So saying the Cloud overshadowing divided them asunder. Albion stood in terror: not for himself but for his Friend Divine, & Self was lost in the contemplation of faith And wonder at the Divine Mercy & at Los's sublime honour. Do I sleep amidst danger to Friends! O my Cities & Counties Do you sleep! rouze up, rouze up, Eternal Death is abroad! So Albion spoke, & threw himself into the Furnaces of affliction. All was a Vision, all a Dream: the Furnaces became Fountains of Living Waters, flowing from the Humanity Divine. And all the Cities of Albion rose from their Slumbers, and All The Sons & Daughters of Albion on soft clouds, Waking from Sleep. Soon all around remote the Heavens burnt with flaming fires, And Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona arose into Albion's Bosom: Then Albion stood before Jesus in the Clouds Of Heaven, Fourfold among the Visions of God in Eternity.

AWAKE, Awake, Jerusalem! O lovely Emanation of Albion, Awake, and overspread all Nations as in Ancient Time. For lo! the Night of Death is past and the Eternal Day Appears upon our Hills: Awake, Jerusalem, and come away! So spake the Vision of Albion, & in him so spake in my hearing The Universal Father. Then Albion stretch'd his hand into Infinitude, And took his Bow. Fourfold the Vision, for bright beaming Urizen Lay'd his hand on the South & took a breathing Bow of carved Gold, Luvah his hand stretch'd to the East & bore a Silver Bow bright shining, Tharmas Westward a Bow of Brass pure flaming richly wrought, Urthona Northward in thick storms a Bow of Iron terrible thundering. And the Bow is a Male & Female, & the Quiver of the Arrows of Love Are the Children of his Bow; a Bow of Mercy & Loving-kindness, laying Open the hidden Heart in Wars of mutual Benevolence, Wars of Love: And the Hand of Man grasps firm between the Male & Female Loves. And he Clothed himself in Bow & Arrows in awful state, Fourfold, In the midst of his Twenty-eight Cities, each with his Bow breathing.

THEN each an Arrow flaming from his Quiver fitted carefully: They drew fourfold the unreprovable String, bending thro' the wide Heavens The horned Bow Fourfold, loud sounding flew the flaming Arrow fourfold. Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor. Clouds roll round the horns Of the wide Bow, loud sounding Winds sport on the Mountains' brows: The Druid Spectre was Annihilate, loud thund'ring, rejoicing terrific, vanishing, Fourfold Annihilation, & at the clangor of the Arrows of Intellect The innumerable Chariots of the Almighty appear 'd in Heaven, And Bacon & Newton & Locke, & Milton & Shakspear & Chaucer. A Sun of blood red wrath surrounding heaven on all sides around, Glorious, incomprehensible by Mortal Man, & each Chariot was Sexual Twofold. And every Man stood Fourfold, each Four Faces had, One to the West, One toward the East, One to the South, One to the North, the Horses Fourfold. And the dim Chaos brighten'd beneath, above, around ! Eyed as the Peacock According to the Human Nerves of Sensation, the Four Rivers of the Water of Life. South stood the Nerves of the Eye, East in Rivers of bliss the Nerves of the Expansive Nostrils, West flow'd the Parent Sense, the Tongue, North stood The labyrinthine Ear: Circumscribing & Circumcising the excrementitious Husk & Covering into Vacuum evaporating, revealing the lineaments of Man, Driving outward the Body of Death in an Eternal Death & Resurrection, Awaking it to Life among the Flowers of Beulah, rejoicing in Unity In the Four Senses, in the Outline, the Circumference & Form, for ever In Forgiveness of Sins which is Self Annihilation, it is the Covenant of Jehovah.

The Four Living Creatures, Chariots of Humanity, Divine, Incomprehensible, In beautiful Paradises expand. These are the Four Rivers of Paradise, And the Four Faces of Humanity fronting the Four Cardinal Points Of Heaven, going forward, forward irresistible from Eternity to Eternity. And they conversed together in Visionary forms dramatic, which bright Redounded from their Tongues in thunderous majesty, in Visions, In new Expanses, creating exemplars of Memory and of Intellect : Creating Space, Creating Time according to the wonders Divine Of Human Imagination, throughout all the Three Regions immense Of Childhood, Manhood & Old Age: & the all tremendous unfathomable Non Ens Of Death was seen in regeneration terrific or complacent, varying According to the subject of discourse, & every Word & every Character Was Human according to the Expansion or Contraction, the Translucence or Opakeness of Nervous fibres: such was the variation of Time & Space, Which vary according as the Organs of Perception vary: & they walked To & fro in Eternity as One Man, reflecting each in each & clearly seen And seeing: according to fitness & order. And I heard Jehovah speak Terrific from his Holy Place, & saw the Words of the Mutual Covenant Divine On Chariots of gold & jewels with Living Creatures, starry & flaming With every Colour. Lion, Tyger, Horse, Elephant, Eagle, Dove, Fly, Worm, And the all wondrous Serpent clothed in gems & rich array, Humanize In the Forgiveness of Sins according to thy Covenant, Jehovah!

They Cry: Where is the Covenant of Priam, the Moral Virtues of the Heathen? Where is the Tree of Good & Evil that rooted beneath the cruel heel Of Albion's Spectre, the Patriarch Druid! where are all his Human Sacrifices For Sin, in War & in the Druid Temples of the Accuser of Sin; beneath The Oak Groves of Albion that cover'd the whole Earth beneath his Spectre? Where are the Kingdoms of the World & all their glory that grew on Desolation, The Fruit of Albion's Poverty Tree, when the Triple Headed Gog-Magog Giant Of Albion Taxed the Nations into Desolation, & then gave the Spectrous Oath? Such is the Cry from all the Earth, from the Living Creatures of the Earth, And from the great City of Golgonooza in the Shadowy Generation, And from the Thirty-two Nations of the Earth among the Living Creatures.

ALL Human Forms identified, even Tree, Metal, Earth & Stone, all Human Forms identified, living, going forth, & returning wearied Into the Planetary lives of Years, Months, Days & Hours, reposing And then Awaking into his Bosom in the Life of Immortality. And I heard the Name of their Emanations: they are named Jerusalem. THE END OF THE SONG OF JERUSALEM.