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Lettered inside image: "These were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his arms | Reciev'd him, in the arms of tender mercy, and repos'd | The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality | Upon the Rock of Ages. Then, surrounded with a Cloud, | In silence the Divine Lord builded, with immortal labour, | Of gold & jewels a sublime Ornament, a Couch of repose, | With Sixteen pillars: canopied with emblems & written verse, | Spiritual Verse, order'd & measur'd, from whence time shall reveal | The Five books of the Decalogue, the books of Joshua & Judges, | Samuel, a double book, & Kings, a double book, the Psalms & Prophets, | The Four-fold Gospel, and the Revelations everlasting. | Eternity groan'd & was troubled, at the image of Eternal Death! | Beneath the bottoms of the Graves, which is Earth's central joint, | There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true: | (To protect from the Giant blows in the sports of intellect, | Thunder in the midst of kindness, & love that kills its beloved: | Because Death is for a period, and they renew tenfold,) | From this sweet Place Maternal Love awoke Jerusalem: | With pangs she forsook Beulah's pleasant lovely shadowy Universe | Where no dispute can come: created for those who Sleep. | Weeping was in all Beulah, and all the Daughters of Beulah | Wept for their Sister the Daughter of Albion, Jerusalem: | When out of Beulah the Emanation of the Sleeper descended, | With solemn mourning out of Beulah's moony shades and hills, | Within the Human Heart, whose Gates closed with solemn sound. | And this the manner of the terrible Separation. | The Emanations of the grievously afflicted Friends of Albion | Concenter in one Female form, an Aged pensive Woman. | Astonish'd, lovely, embracing the sublime shade, the Daughters of Beulah | Beheld her with wonder! With awful hands she took | A Moment of Time, drawing it out with many tears & afflictions | And many sorrows: oblique across the Atlantic Vale, | Which is the Vale of Rephaim dreadful from East to West, | Where the Human Harvest waves abundant in the beams of Eden: | Into a Rainbow of jewels and gold, a mild Reflection from | Albion's dread Tomb. Eight thousand and five hundred years | In its extension. Every two hundred years has a door to Eden. | She also took an Atom of Space, with dire pain opening it a Center | Into Beulah: trembling the Daughters of Beulah dried | Her tears, she ardent embrac'd her sorrows, occupied in labours | Of sublime mercy in Rephaim's Vale. Perusing Albion's Tomb | She sat: she walk'd among the ornaments solemn mourning. | The Daughters attended her shudderings, wiping the death sweat. | Los also saw her in his seventh Furnace, he also terrified | Saw the finger of God go forth upon his seventh Furnace, | Away from the Starry Wheels to prepare Jerusalem a place. | When with a dreadful groan the Emanation mild of Albion | Burst from his bosom in the Tomb like a pale snowy cloud, | Female and lovely, struggling to put off the Human form, | Writhing in pain. The Daughters of Beulah in kind arms reciev'd | Jerusalem: weeping over her among the Spaces of Erin, | In the Ends of Beulah, where the Dead wail night & day. | And thus Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah, in soft tears. | Albion the Vortex of the Dead! Albion the Generous! | Albion the mildest son of Heaven! The Place of Holy Sacrifice! | Where Friends Die for each other: will become the Place | Of Murder, & Unforgiving, Never-awaking Sacrifice of Enemies. | The Children must be sacrific'd! (a horror never known | Till now in Beulah,) unless a Refuge can be found | To hide them from the wrath of Albion's Law that freezes sore | Upon his Sons & Daughters, self-exiled from his bosom. | Draw ye Jerusalem away from Albion's Mountains | To give a Place for Redemption, let Sihon and Og | Remove Eastward to Bashan and Gilead, and leave | The"