# Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 65

Written and etched 1804-1820. Source: Blake: The Complete Poetry & Prose (David. V. Erdman) In the internet: www.blakearchive.org
* PLATE 65
* To decide Two Worlds with a great decision: a World of Mercy, and
* A World of justice: the World of Mercy for Salvation
* To cast Luvah into the Wrath, and Albion into the Pity
* In the Two Contraries of Humanity & in the Four Regions.
* 5 For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,
* They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!
* They cast the lots into the helmet; they give the oath of blood in Lambeth
* They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:
* They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots
* 10 To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation
* The sun was black & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!
* Then left the Sons of Urizen the plow & harrow, the loom
* The hammer & the chisel, & the rule & compasses; from London fleeing
* They forg'd the sword on Cheviot, the chariot of war & the battle-ax,
* 15 The trumpet fitted to mortal battle, & the flute of summer in Annandale
* And all the Arts of Life. they changd into the Arts of Death in Albion.
* The hour-glass contemnd because its simple workmanship.
* Was like the workmanship of the plowman, & the water wheel,
* That raises water into cisterns: broken & burnd with fire:
* 20 Because its workmanship. was like the workmanship of the shepherd.
* And in their stead, intricate wheels invented, wheel without wheel:
* To perplex youth in their outgoings, & to bind to labours in Albion
* Of day & night the myriads of eternity that they may grind
* And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious task!
* 25 Kept ignorant of its use, that they might spend the days of wisdom
* In sorrowful drudgery, to obtain a scanty pittance of bread:
* In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All,
* And call it Demonstration: blind to all the simple rules of life.
* Now: now the battle rages round thy tender limbs O Vala
* 30 Now smile among thy bitter tears: now put on all thy beauty
* Is not the wound of the sword sweet! & the broken bone delightful?
* Wilt thou now smile among the scythes when the wounded groan in the field[?]
* We were carried away in thousands from London; & in tens
* Of thousands from Westminster & Marybone in ships closd up:
* 35 Chaind hand & foot, compelld to fight under the iron whips
* Of our captains; fearing our officers more than the enemy.
* Lift up thy blue eyes Vala & put on thy sapphire shoes:
* O melancholy Magdalen behold the morning over Malden break;
* Gird on thy flaming zone, descend into the sepulcher of Canterbury.
* 40 Scatter the blood from thy golden brow, the tears from thy silver locks:
* Shake off the waters from thy wings! & the dust from thy white garments
* Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret couch of Lambeths Vale
* When the sun rose in glowing morn, with arms of mighty hosts
* Marching to battle who was wont to rise with Urizens harps
* 45 Girt as a sower with his seed to scatter life abroad over Albion:
* Arise O Vala! bring the bow of Urizen: bring the swift arrows of light.
* How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, compelld to the chariot of love!
* Compelld to leave the plow to the ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation
* To trample the corn fields in boastful neighings: this is no gentle harp
* 50 This is no warbling brook, nor shadow of a mirtle tree:
* But blood and wounds and dismal cries, and shadows of the oak:
* And hearts laid open to the light, by the broad grizly sword:
* And bowels hid in hammerd steel rip'd quivering on the ground.
* Call forth thy smiles of soft deceit: call forth thy cloudy tears:
* 55 We hear thy sighs in trumpets shrill when morn shall blood renew.
* So sang the Spectre Sons of Albion round Luvahs Stone of Trial:
* Mocking and deriding at the writhings of their Victim on Salisbury:
* Drinking his Emanation in intoxicating bliss rejoicing in Giant dance;
* For a Spectre has no Emanation but what he imbibes from decieving
* 60 A Victim! Then he becomes her Priest & she his Tabernacle.
* And his Oak Grove, till the Victim rend the, woven Veil.
* In the end of his sleep when Jesus calls him from his grave
* Howling the Victims on the Druid Altars yield their souls
* To the stern Warriors: lovely sport the Daughters round their Victims;
* 65 Drinking their lives in sweet intoxication. hence arose from Bath
* Soft deluding odours, in spiral volutions intricately winding
* Over Albions mountains, a feminine indefinite cruel delusion.
* Astonishd: terrified & in pain & torment. Sudden they behold
* Their own Parent the Emanation of their murderd Enemy
* 70 Become their Emanation and their Temple and Tabernacle
* They knew not. this Vala was their beloved Mother Vala Albions Wife.
* Terrified at the sight of the Victim: at his distorted sinews!
* The tremblings of Vala vibrate thro' the limbs of Albions Sons:
* While they rejoice over Luvah in mockery & bitter scorn:
* 75 Sudden they become like what they behold in howlings & deadly pain.
* Spasms smite their features, sinews & limbs: pale they look on one another.
* They turn, contorted: their iron necks bend unwilling towards
* Luvah: their lips tremble: their muscular fibres are crampd & smitten
* They become like what they behold! Yet immense in strength & power,