Plate 57

And the voices of Bath & Canterbury & York & Edinburgh. Cry Over the Plow of Nations in the strong hand of Albion thundering along Among the Fires of the Druid & the deep black rethundering Waters Of the Atlantic which poured in impetuous loud loud. louder & louder. And the Great Voice of the Atlantic howled over the Druid Altars: Weeping over his Children in Stone-henge in Maiden & Colchester. Round the Rocky Peak of Derbyshire London Stone & Rosamonds Bower

What is a Wife & what is a Harlot? What is a Church? & What Is a Theatre? are they Two & not One? can they Exist Separate? Are not Religion & Politics the Same Thing? Brotherhood is Religion O Demonstrations of Reason Dividing Families in Cruelty & Pride!

But Albion fled from the Divine Vision, with the Plow of Nations enflaming The Living Creatures maddend and Albion fell into the Furrow, and The Plow went over him & the Living was Plowed in among the Dead But his Spectre rose over the starry Plow. Albion fled beneath the Plow Till he came to the Rock of Ages. & he took his Seat upon the Rock.

Wonder siezd all in Eternity! to behold the Divine Vision. open The Center into an Expanse, & the Center rolled out into an Expanse.