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He wither'd up the human form
By laws of sacrifice for sin,
Till it became a mortal worm,
But, O! translucent all within!
The Divine Vision still was seen.
Still was the human form divine;
Weeping, in weak and mortal clay,
O Jesus! still the form was Thine!
And Thine the human face; and Thine
The human hands, and feet, and breath
Entering through the gates of birth
And passing through the gates of death.
And, O! Thou Lamb of God! whom I
Slew in my dark, self-righteous pride,
Art Thou return'd to Albion's land?
And is Jerusalem Thy Bride?
Come to my arms, and never more
Depart; but dwell for ever here;
Create my spirit to Thy love.
Subdue my spectre to Thy fear.
Spectre of Albion! warlike fiend!
In clouds of blood and ruin roll'd,
I here reclaim Thee as my own.
My selfhood; Satan arm'd in gold.
Is this thy soft family love?
Thy cruel patriarchal pride?
Planting thy family alone.
Destroying all the world beside?
A man's worst enemies are those
Of his own house and family;
And he who makes his law a curse
By his own law shall surely die.
In my exchanges every land
Shall walk, and mine in every land.
Mutual, shall build Jerusalem,
Both heart in heart and hand in hand.
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