Bath, mild Physician of Eternity, mysterious power Whose springs are unsearchable & knowledg infinite. Hereford, ancient Guardian of Wales, whose hands Builded the mountain palaces of Eden, stupendous works! 5Lincoln, Durham & Carlisle, Councellors of Los. And Ely, Scribe of Los, whose pen no other hand Dare touch! Oxford, immortal Bard! with eloquence Divine, he wept over Albion: speaking the words of God In mild perswasion: bringing leaves of the Tree of Life.
10Thou art in Error Albion, the Land of Ulro: One Error not remov'd, will destroy a human Soul Repose in Beulahs night, till the Error is remov'd Reason not on both sides. Repose upon our bosoms Till the Plow of Jehovah, and the Harrow of Shaddai 15Have passed over the Dead, to awake the Dead to Judgment. But Albion turn'd away refusing comfort.
Oxford trembled while he spoke, then fainted in the arms Of Norwich, Peterboro, Rochester, Chester awful, Worcester, Litchfield, Saint Davids, Landaff, Asaph, Bangor, Sodor, 20Bowing their heads devoted: and the Furnaces of Los Began to rage, thundering loud the storms began to roar Upon the Furnaces, and loud the Furnaces rebellow beneath
And these the Four in whom the twenty-four appear'd four-fold: Verulam, London, York, Edinburgh, mourning one towards another
25Alas!—The time will come, when a mans worst enemies Shall be those of his own house and family: in a Religion Of Generation, to destroy by Sin and Atonement, happy Jerusalem, The Bride and Wife of the Lamb. O God thou art Not an Avenger!
