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Lettered inside image: "From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty | There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread Within, | Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One: | An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger & thirst & sorrow. | Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly, | Jealous of Jerusalem's children, asham'd of her little-ones, | (For Vala produc'd the Bodies, Jerusalem gave the Souls) | Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another | Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead, | To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead. | Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions! | The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness! | Our Father Albion's sin and shame! But father now no more! | Nor sons, nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies | With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table, | Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights | Of age and youth, and boy and girl, and animal and herb, | And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family, | Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree, | In self-denial ! But War and deadly contention, Between | Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities | Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden, | The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds | And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth, | And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain, | And city & village, and house & family. That the Perfect | May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb | And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build | Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother. | She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister | Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House | With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potter's field. | Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged | Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul, | To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever. | So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albion's | Little-ones: to destroy the Divine Saviour, the Friend of Sinners; | Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications. | Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albion's Twelve Sons. | Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness. | And Hyle & Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries | In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd, | Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep. | Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albion's Loins | Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark & unknown Night, | Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain & tears."