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Inscribed in orange ink, upper right: "44"

Lettered inside image: "With one accord in love sublime, & as on Cherubs' wings | They Albion surround with kindest violence to bear him back | Against his will thro' Los's Gate to Eden : Four-fold, loud, | Their Wings waving over the bottomless Immense: to bear | Their awful charge back to his native home: but Albion, dark, | Repugnant, roll'd his Wheels backward into Non-Entity. | Loud roll the Starry Wheels of Albion into the World of Death: | And all the Gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding from | Albion's dread Wheels, stretching out spaces immense between, | That every little particle of light & air became Opake, | Black & immense, a Rock of difficulty & a Cliff | Of black despair: that the immortal Wings labour'd against | Cliff after Cliff, & over Valleys of despair & death: | The narrow Sea between Albion & the Atlantic Continent, | Its waves of pearl became a boundless Ocean bottomless, | Of grey obscurity, fill'd with clouds & rocks & whirling waters, | And Albion's Sons ascending & descending in the horrid Void. | But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of Divine | Power: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime, | The Family Divine hover around the darkened Albion. | Such is the nature of the Ulro : that whatever enters, | Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born. | From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath Albion, | In dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation, | Forming a Sexual Machine, an Aged Virgin Form, | In Erin's Land toward the north, joint after joint, & burning | In love & jealousy immingled & calling it Religion. | And feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated Los, | Conjuring him by the Highest that he should watch over them | Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to Los | Naming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah. | Strucken with Albion's disease they become what they behold: | They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion: | Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep. | The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of Death, | Before the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non Entity, | Among the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion. | Man is adjoin'd to Man by his Emanative portion, | Who is Jerusalem in every individual Man: and her | Shadow is Vala, builded by the Reasoning power in Man. | O search & see ; turn your eyes upward : open, O thou World | Of Love & Harmony in Man: expand thy ever lovely Gates. | They wept into the deeps a little space: at length was heard | The voice of Bath, faint as the voice of the Dead in the House of Death,"