Plate 84

Highgates heights & Hampsteads, to Poplar Hackney & Bow: To Islington & Paddington & the Brook of Albions River We builded Jerusalem as a City & a Temple; from Lambeth We began our Foundations; lovely Lambeth! O lovely Hills Of Camberwell, we shall behold you no more in glory & pride For Jerusalem lies in ruins & the Furnaces of Los are builded there You are now shrunk up to a narrow Rock in the midst of the Sea But here we build Babylon on Euphrates, compelld to build And to inhabit, our Little-ones to clothe in armour of the gold Of Jerusalems Cherubims & to forge them swords of her Altars I see London blind & age-bent begging thro the Streets Of Babylon, led by a child. his tears run down his beard The voice of Wandering Reuben ecchoes from street to street In all the Cities of the Nations Paris Madrid Amsterdam The Corner of Broad Street weeps; Poland Street languishes To Great Queen Street & Lincolns Inn, all is distress & woe. [three lines gouged out irrecoverably] [deleted] [deleted] The night falls thick Hand comes from Albion in his strength He combines into a Mighty-one the Double Molech & Chemosh Marching thro Egypt in his fury the East is pale at his course The Nations of India, the Wild Tartar that never knew Man Starts from his lofty places & casts down his tents & flees away But we woo him all the night in songs, O Los come forth O Los Divide us from these terrors & give us power them to subdue Arise upon thy Watches let us see thy Globe of fire On Albions Rocks & let thy voice be heard upon Euphrates.

Thus sang the Daughters in lamentation, uniting into One With Rahab as she turnd the iron Spindle of destruction. Terrified at the Sons of Albion they took the Falshood which Gwendolen hid in her left hand. it grew &, grew till it