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Inscribed in orange ink, upper right: "11"

Lettered upper right: "11"; inside image: "To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains, | In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah, | With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore | He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art: | Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems: | That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead, | He might feel the pain as if a man gnaw'd his own tender nerves. | Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, & all the Daughters of Beulah | Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalem's | Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin: | And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection lovely, | And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth to the starry depth. | Los wept with exceeding joy & all wept with joy together: | They fear'd they never more should see their Father, who | Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion. | But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace, | Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem? | To protect the Emanations of Albion's mighty ones from cruelty? | Sabrina & Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears | Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of gold: | Ragan is wholly cruel, Scofield is bound in iron armour: | He is like a mandrake in the earth before Reuben's gate: | He shoots beneath Jerusalem's walls to undermine her foundations: | Vala is but thy Shadow, O thou loveliest among women: | A shadow animated by thy tears O mournful Jerusalem! "