Plate 8

Rose up against me thundering from the Brook of Albions River From Ranelagh & Strumbolo, from Cromwells gardens & Chelsea The place of wounded Soldiers. but when he saw my Mace Whirld round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold Poisons rose up: & his sweet deceits coverd them all over With a tender cloud. As thou art now; such was he O Spectre I know thy deceit & thy revenges, and unless thou desist I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen! Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve thee. I will break thee into shivers! & melt thee in the furnaces of death; I will cast thee into forms of abhorrence & torment if thou Desist not from thine own will, & obey not my stern command! I am closd up from my children: my Emanation is dividing And thou my Spectre art divided against me. But mark I will compell thee to assist me in my terrible labours. To beat These hypocritic Selfhoods on the Anvils of bitter Death I am inspired: I act not for myself: for Albions sake I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey Los opend the Furnaces in fear. the Spectre saw to Babel & Shinar Across all Europe & Asia. he saw the tortures of the Victims. He saw now from the ou[t]side what he before saw & felt from within He saw that Los was the sole, uncontrolld Lord of the Furnaces Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone, Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience. While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce. Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out: Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder! Thy holy wrath & deep deceit cannot avail against me Nor shalt thou ever assume the triple-form of Albions Spectre For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon the mountains Thou mightest be pitied & lovd: but now I am living; unless Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee. Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient t Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were Condensd. Hand has absorbd all his Brethren in his might All the infant Loves & Graces were lost, for the mighty Hand