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Lettered inside image: "Repose on me till the morning of the Grave. I am thy life. | Jerusalem replied. I am an outcast: Albion is dead: | I am left to the trampling foot & the spurning heel: | A Harlot I am call'd. I am sold from street to street: | I am defaced with blows & with the dirt of the Prison : | And wilt thou become my Husband, O my Lord & Saviour? | Shall Vala bring thee forth? shall the Chaste be ashamed also? | I see the Maternal Line, I behold the Seed of the Woman: | Cainah & Ada & Zillah & Naamah, Wife of Noah. | Shuah's daughter & Tamar & Rahab the Canaanites; | Ruth the Moabite & Bathsheba of the daughters of Heth, | Naamah the Ammonite, Zibeah the Philistine, & Mary. | These are the Daughters of Vala, Mother of the Body of death: | But I thy Magdalen behold thy Spiritual Risen Body. | Shall Albion arise? I know he shall arise at the Last Day! | I know that in my flesh I shall see God: but Emanations | Are weak, they know not whence they are, nor whither tend. | Jesus replied, I am the Resurrection & the Life. | I Die & pass the limits of possibility, as it appears | To individual perception. Luvah must be Created, | And Vala; for I cannot leave them in the gnawing Grave, | But will prepare a way for my banished-ones to return. | Come now with me into the villages, walk thro' all the cities : | Tho' thou art taken to prison & judgment, starved in the streets, | I will command the cloud to give thee food & the hard rock | To flow with milk & wine, tho' thou seest me not a season, | Even a long season, & a hard journey & a howling wilderness: | Tho' Vala's cloud hide thee & Luvah's fires follow thee: | Only believe & trust in me. Lo, I am always with thee! | So spoke the Lamb of God while Luvah's Cloud reddening above | Burst forth in streams of blood upon the heavens, & dark night | Involv'd Jerusalem, & the Wheels of Albion's Sons turn'd hoarse | Over the Mountains, & the fires blaz'd on Druid Altars, | And the Sun set in Tyburn's Brook where Victims howl & cry. | But Los beheld the Divine Vision among the flames of the Furnaces : | Therefore he lived & breathed in hope, but his tears fell incessant | Because his Children were clos'd from him apart: & Enitharmon | Dividing in fierce pain : also the Vision of God was clos'd in clouds | Of Albion's Spectres, that Los in despair oft sat, & often pondered, | On Death Eternal, in fierce shudders upon the mountains of Albion | Walking, & in the vales in howlings fierce: then to his Anvils | Turning, anew began his labours, tho' in terrible pains."