Plate 21

O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup: The disease of Shame covers me from bead to feet: I have no hope Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin. Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of me Shame divides Families. Shame hath divided Albion in sunder! First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate. the Forests fled The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separated The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my disease All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure! That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle, And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher. I thrust him from my presence And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep. Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom: I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I behold Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear: Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side: In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide! Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller: I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most, Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetite Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand sees In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face: Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen! Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge! Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in Cruelty Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt & Despair Malden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voices I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth: I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roads Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide I see them die beneath the whips of the Captains! they are taken In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe Six months they lie embalmd in Silent death: warshipped Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals & their deadly cries Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law Revengeful? O that Death & Annihilation were the same!

Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion