Every ornament of perfection, and every labour of love, In all the Garden of Eden, & in all the golden mountains Was become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy: And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher & judge.
5And Albion spoke from his secret seat and said All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the labours Of loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendships Horrid to think of when enquired deeply into; and all These hills & valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin 10I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast! A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth: That Man be separate from Man, & here I plant my seat.
Cold snows drifted around him: ice coverd his loins around He sat by Tyburns brook, and underneath his heel, shot up! 15A deadly Tree, he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the Law Of God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight.
The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groand) They bent down, they felt the earth and again enrooting Shot into many a Tree! an endless labyrinth of woe!
20From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd) Enemies For Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars, Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potters Furnace He nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albions Sons Must have become the first Victims, being the first transgressors 25But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom: building A Strong Fortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy, In Shame & Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!
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