Plate 67

By those who drink their blood & the blood of their Covenant

And the Twelve Daughters of Albion united in Rahab & Tirzah A Double Female: and they drew out from the Rocky Stones Fibres of Life to Weave[,] for every Female is a Golden Loom The Rocks are opake hardnesses covering all Vegetated things And as they Wove & Cut from the Looms in various divisions Stretching over Europe & Asia from Ireland to Japan They divided into many lovely Daughters to be counterparts To those they Wove, for when they Wove a Male, they divided Into a Female to the Woven Male. in opake hardness They cut the Fibres from the Rocks groaning in pain they Weave; Calling the Rocks Atomic Origins of Existence; denying Eternity By the Atheistical Epicurean Philosophy of Albions Tree Such are the Feminine & Masculine when separated from Man They call the Rocks Parents of Men, & adore the frowning Chaos Dancing around in howling pain clothed in the bloody Veil. Hiding Albions Sons within the Veil, closing Jerusalems Sons without; to feed with their Souls the Spectres of Albion Ashamed to give Love openly to the piteous & merciful Man Counting him an imbecile mockery: but the Warrior They adore: & his revenge cherish with the blood of the Innocent They drink up Dan & Gad, to feed with milk Skofeld & Kotope They strip off Josephs Coat & dip it in the blood of battle

Tirzah sits weeping to hear the shrieks of the dying: her Knife Of flint is in her hand: she passes it over the howling Victim The Daughters Weave their Work in loud cries over the Rock Of Horeb! still eyeing Albions Cliffs eagerly siezing & twisting The threads of Vala & Jerusalem running from mountain to mountain Over the whole Earth: loud the Warriors rage in Beth Peor Beneath the iron whips of their Captains & consecrated banners Loud the Sun & Moon rage in the conflict: loud the Stars Shout in the night of battle & their spears grow to their hands With blood, weaving the deaths of the Mighty into a Tabernacle For Rahab & Tirzah; till the Great Polypus of Generation covered the Earth

In Verulam the Polypus's Head, winding around his bulk Thro Rochester, and Chichester, & Exeter & Salisbury, To Bristol: & his Heart beat strong on Salisbury Plain Shooting out Fibres round the Earth, thro Gaul & Italy And Greece, & along the Sea of Rephaim into Judea To Sodom & Gomorrha: thence to India, China & Japan The Twelve Daughters in Rahab & Tirzah have circumscribd the Brain Beneath & pierced it thro the midst with a golden pin. Blood hath staind her fair side beneath her bosom.

O thou poor Human Form! said she. O thou poor child of woe! Why wilt thou wander away from Tirzah: why me compel to bind thee[!] If thou dost go away from me I shall consume upon these Rocks These fibres of thine eyes that used to beam in distant heavens Away from me: I have bound down with a hot iron. These nostrils that expanded with delight in morning skies I have bent downward with lead melted in my roaring furnaces Of affliction; of love; of sweet despair; of torment unendurable My soul is seven furnaces, incessant roars the bellows Upon my terribly flaming heart, the molten metal runs In channels thro my fiery limbs: O love! O pity! O fear! O pain! O the pangs, the bitter pangs of love forsaken Ephraim was a wilderness of joy where all my wild beasts ran The River Kanah wanderd by my sweet Manassehs side To see the boy spring into heavens sounding from my sight! Go Noah fetch the girdle of strong brass, heat it red-hot: Press it around the loins of this ever expanding cruelty Shriek not so my only love! I refuse thy joys: I drink Thy shrieks because Hand & Hyle are cruel & obdurate to me