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ÆT. 47.]
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She walks upon our meadows green
The lamb of God walks by her side,
And every English child is seen,
Children of Jesus and His Bride:

Forgiving trespasses and sins,
Lest Babylon, with cruel Og,
With moral and self-righteous Law,
Should crucify in Satan's synagogue.

What are those golden builders doing
Near mournful, ever-weeping Paddington?
Standing above that mighty ruin
Where Satan the first victory won?

Where Albion slept beneath the fatal tree,
And the Druid's golden knife
Rioted in human gore,
In offerings of human life?

They groaned aloud on London Stone,
They groaned aloud on Tyburn's brook:
Albion gave his deadly groan.
And all the Atlantic mountains shook.

Albion's spectre from his loins
Tore forth in all the pomp of war,
Satan his name: in flames of fire,
He stretched his Druid pillars far.

Jerusalem fell from Lambeth's vale
Down through Poplar and old Bow,
Through Maiden, and across the sea.
In war and howling, death and woe.

The Rhine was red with human blood,
The Danube roll'd a purple tide.
On the Euphrates Satan stood
And over Asia stretch'd his pride.

He wither'd up sweet Zion's hill
From every nation of the earth,
He wither'd up Jerusalem's gates,
And in a dark land gave her birth.