Plate 78

Jerusalem. C 4

The Spectres of Albions Twelve Sons revolve mightily Over the Tomb & over the Body: ravning to devour The Sleeping Humanity. Los with his mace of iron Walks round: loud his threats, loud his blows fall On the rocky Spectres, as the Potter breaks the potsherds; Dashing in pieces Self-righteousnesses: driving them from Albions Cliffs: dividing them into Male & Female forms in his Furnaces And on his Anvils: lest they destroy the Feminine Affections They are broken. Loud howl the Spectres in his iron Furnace

While Los laments at his dire labours, viewing Jerusalem, Sitting before his Furnaces clothed in sackcloth of hair; Albions Twelve Sons surround the Forty-two Gates of Erin, In terrible armour, raging against the Lamb & against Jerusalem, Surrounding them with armies to destroy the Lamb of God. They took their Mother Vala, and they crown'd her with gold: They namd her Rahab, & gave her power over the Earth The Concave Earth round Golgonooza in Entuthon Benython, Even to the stars exalting her Throne, to build beyond the Throne Of God and the Lamb, to destroy the Lamb & usurp the Throne of God Drawing their Ulro Voidness round the Four-fold Humanity

Naked Jerusalem lay before the Gates upon Mount Zion The Hill of Giants, all her foundations levelld with the dust!

Her Twelve Gates thrown down: her children carried into captivity Herself in chains: this from within was seen in a dismal night Outside, unknown before in Beulah, & the twelve gates were fill'd With blood; from Japan eastward to the Giants causway, west In Erins Continent: and Jerusalem wept upon Euphrates banks Disorganizd; an evanescent shade, scarce seen or heard among Her childrens Druid Temples dropping with blood wanderd weeping! And thus her voice went forth in the darkness of Philisthea.

My brother & my father are no morel God hath forsaken me The arrows of the Almighty pour upon me & my children I have sinned and am an outcast from the Divine Presence!