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            <title level="doc">Verse and Prose by William Blake</title>
            <author>William Blake</author>
            <author>Dante Gabriel Rossetti</author>
    
    
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         <editionstmt>
            <edition>1</edition>
            <copyright>Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge</copyright>
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               <title level="bk">Verse and Prose by William Blake</title>
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                  <date compdate="1850">1850?</date>
                  <type>Manuscript notebook</type>
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      </assign>
                  <collation>fly leaf, 62r - 94r
      </collation>
                  <note>These 33 leaves are bound into the volume after the leaves carrying Blake's original notebook material.</note>
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               <provenance>
                  <location>The British Library
      </location>
                  <recnum>Add MS 49460
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         <commentaries>
            <head>Commentary</head>
            <section type="intro">
               <head>Introduction</head>
               <p>These manuscript pages are part of the bound volume known as &#8220;The Rossetti Manuscript&#8221; of &#8220;The Notebook of William Blake&#8221;.  
      The notebook was bound by DGR after he made the transcription of Blake's poems that is represented by these pages, 
      which are gathered into the volume after the original Blake notebook pages.  Although Blake's notebook has been edited, 
      with a  facsimile  of the original pages, by David V. Erdman, that edition does not reproduce DGR's transcription, which appears 
      here for the first time.</p>
               <p>As DGR's note heading this transcript indicates, the text represents DGR's judgment of &#8220;All that is of any worth&#8221; in the 
      notebook.  The transcription contains a large selection from Blake's manuscript texts.  In copying Blake's works, 
      DGR did not scruple to edit the original materials, which he saw as rough and in need of such intervention.
      
     </p>
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      <front>
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         <msadds type="note">
            <trans>I purchased this original M. S. of Palmer, an attendant in the Antique Gallery at the British Museum, 
     on the 30th April 1847.  Palmer knew Blake personally. and it was from the artist's wife that he had the present M.S. 
     which he sold me for 10<hi rend="sup">s.</hi>.  Among the sketches there are one or two profiles of Blake himself. 
     Illustrated div[? indecipherable text] ation is by Robt. Blake but with neither his brother's ease and vigour nor his heavenly? 
     spirit.</trans>
            <desc>DGR's faded pencil note on the verso of the bound volume's front fly leaf.</desc>
         </msadds>
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      <body>
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         <div0 anchor="0.1" type="notebook entry" n="1"
               title="Verse and Prose by William Blake"
               id="a.3-1862.i1"
               workcode="blake.012">
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 1 is crossed out and replaced by 62 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <divheader>
               <title level="bk">Verse and Prose by William Blake.<lb/> (natus 1757: obiit
       182<del>8</del>
                  <add>7</add>.)</title>
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            <ornlb>====</ornlb>
            <p>&#8757; <del>All that is of any value in the foregoing pages<lb/> has here been copied
      out. D.G.C.R.</del>
            </p>
            <ornlb>====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.1" type="poem" n="1" title="The Everlasting Gospel"
                  id="a.3-1862.i2"
                  workcode="blake.013">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">The Everlasting Gospel.</title>
               </divheader>
               <lg n="1" type="">
                  <l n="1">The vision of Christ that thou dost see</l>
                  <l n="2">Is my vision's greatest enemy.</l>
                  <l n="3">This is the fare of all mankind,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="4">Mine speaks in parables to the blind;</l>
                  <l n="5">Thine loves the same world that mine hates;</l>
                  <l n="6">Thy Heaven-doors are my Hell-gates.</l>
                  <l n="7">Socrates taught what Meletus</l>
                  <l n="8">Loathed as a nation's bitterest curse,</l>
                  <l n="9">And Caiaphus was in his own mind</l>
                  <l n="10">A benefactor to mankind.</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="[62v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.62v.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 2 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="11">Both read the Bible day and night,</l>
                  <l n="12">But thou read'st black where I read white.</l>
               </lg>
               <ornlb>x x x x x x</ornlb>
               <lg n="2">
                  <l n="13" id="PN1">Was Jesus chaste, or did he<add>*</add>
                  </l>
                  <l n="14">Give any lessons of chastity?&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="15">Jesis sat in Moses' chair;</l>
                  <l n="16">They brought the adulterous woman there;</l>
                  <l n="17">Moses commands she be stoned to death.</l>
                  <l n="18">What was the sound of Jesus' breath?</l>
                  <l n="19">He laid his hand on Moses' law:</l>
                  <l n="20">The ancient heavens in silent awe,</l>
                  <l n="21">Writ with curses from Pole to Pole,</l>
                  <l n="22">All away began to roll.</l>
                  <l n="23">The earth trembling and naked lay,</l>
                  <l n="24">In secret bed of mortal clay,</l>
                  <l n="25">And she heard the breath of God</l>
                  <l n="26">As she heard it by Eden's flood.</l>
                  <l n="27">&#8220;Good and evil are no more:</l>
                  <l n="28">Sinai's trumpets! cease to roar;</l>
                  <pagenote place="f" anchor="y" resp="au" target="PN1">
                     <p>* This was spoken by my spectre to Voltaire, Bacon, &amp;c.</p>
                  </pagenote>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="63" image="a.3-1862.blms.63.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 3 is crossed out and replaced by 63 written in the upper right corner in
        pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="29">Cease, finger of God, to write&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="30">&#8220;The Heavens are not clean in thy sight.&#8221;</l>
                  <l n="31">To be good only, is to be</l>
                  <l n="32">A God, or else a Pharisee.</l>
                  <l n="33">Thou angel of the Presence Divine</l>
                  <l n="34">That did'st create this body of mine,</l>
                  <l n="35">Wherefore hast thou writ these laws</l>
                  <l n="36">And created Hell's dark jaws?</l>
                  <l n="37">My presence I will take from thee;</l>
                  <l n="38">A cold leper thou shalt be.</l>
                  <l n="39">Though thou was so pure and bright</l>
                  <l n="40">That Heaven was impure in thy sight,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="41">Though thine oath turned Heaven pale,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="42">Though thy covenant built Hell-jail,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="43">Though thou didst all to Chaos roll</l>
                  <l n="44">With the serpent for its soul,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="45">Still the breath divine doth move,</l>
                  <l n="46">And the breath divine is Love.</l>
                  <l n="47">Woman, fear not; let me see</l>
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                  <pageheader>
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                  <l n="48">The seven devils that trouble thee;</l>
                  <l n="49">Hide not from my sight thy sin,</l>
                  <l n="50">That full forgiveness thou may'st win.</l>
                  <l n="51">Hath no man condemnèd thee?&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l n="52">&#8220;No man, Lord.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l n="53" indent="2">&#8220;Then what is he</l>
                  <l n="54">Who shall accuse thee? Come ye forth,</l>
                  <l n="55">Ye fallen fiends of heavenly birth!</l>
                  <l n="56">Ye shall bow before her feet,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="57">Ye shall lick the dust for meat,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="58">And though ye cannot love, but hate,</l>
                  <l n="59">Ye shall be beggars at Love's gate.</l>
                  <l n="60">What was thy love? Let me see't.</l>
                  <l n="61">Was it love, or dark deceit?&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l n="62">&#8220;Love too long from me hath fled:</l>
                  <l n="63">'Twas dark deceit, to earn my bread;</l>
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                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 5 is crossed out and replaced by 64 written in the upper right corner in
        pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="64">'Twas covet, or 'twas custom, or</l>
                  <l n="65">Some trifle not worth caring for.</l>
                  <l n="66">but these would call a shame and sin</l>
                  <l n="67">Love's temple that God dwelleth in.&#8221;</l>
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            <ornlb>x x x x x x</ornlb>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>Some [?] omitted</trans>
               <desc/>
            </msadds>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.2" n="2" type="lyric" title="My Spectre Around Me" id="a.3-1862.i3"
                  workcode="blake001">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">My spectre around me, night and day,</l>
                  <l n="2">Like a wild beast guards my way;</l>
                  <l n="3">My Emanation far within</l>
                  <l n="4">Weeps incessantly for my sin.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">A fathomless and boundless deep&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="6">There we wander, there we weep;</l>
                  <l n="7">On the hungry craving wind</l>
                  <l n="8">My spectre follows thee behind.</l>
               </lg>
               <epage/>
               <page n="[64v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.64v.tif"/>
               <pageheader>
                  <note>The number 6 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
               </pageheader>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">He scents thy footsteps in the snow</l>
                  <l n="10">Wheresoever thou dost go.</l>
                  <l n="11">Through the wintry hail and rain</l>
                  <l n="12">When wilt thou return again?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">Dost thou not, in pride and scorn,</l>
                  <l n="14">Fill with tempests all my morn,</l>
                  <l n="15">And with jealousies and fears?&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="16">And fill my pleasant nights with tears?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="17">Till I turn from female love</l>
                  <l n="18">And root up the Infernal Grove,</l>
                  <l n="19">I shall never worthy be</l>
                  <l n="20">To step into Eternity.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="6" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="21">Seven of my sweet loves thy knife</l>
                  <l n="22">Has bereaved of their life:</l>
                  <l n="23">Their marble tombs I built with tears</l>
                  <l n="24">And with cold and shadowy fears.</l>
               </lg>
               <epage/>
               <page n="65" image="a.3-1862.blms.65.tif"/>
               <pageheader>
                  <note>The number 7 is crossed out and replaced by 65 written in the upper right corner in
       pencil.</note>
               </pageheader>
               <lg n="7" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="25">Seven more loves weep night and day</l>
                  <l n="26">Round the tombs where my loves lay,</l>
                  <l n="27">And seven more loves attend at night</l>
                  <l n="28">About my couch with torches bright,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="8" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="29">And seven more loves in my bed</l>
                  <l n="30">Crown with vine my mournful head;</l>
                  <l n="31">Pitying and forgiving all</l>
                  <l n="32">Thy transgressions, great and small.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="9" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="33">When wilt thou return, and view</l>
                  <l n="34">My loves, and then in life renew?</l>
                  <l n="35">When wilt thou return and live?</l>
                  <l n="36">When wilt thou pity as I forgive?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="10" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="37">Let us agree to give up love</l>
                  <l n="38">And root up the Infernal Grove;</l>
                  <l n="39">Then shall we return, and see</l>
                  <l n="40">The worlds of happy Eternity.</l>
               </lg>
               <epage/>
               <page n="[65v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.65v.tif"/>
               <pageheader>
                  <note>The number 8 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
               </pageheader>
               <lg n="11" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="41">Throughout all Eternity,</l>
                  <l n="42">I forgive you&#8212;you forgive me.</l>
                  <l n="43">As our dear Redeemer said:</l>
                  <l n="44">This the wine, and this the bread.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>not in Scott</trans>
               <desc/>
            </msadds>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.3" n="3" type="lyric" title="Morning" id="a.3-1862.i4"
                  workcode="blake.014">
               <lg n="1" type="">
                  <l n="1">To find the western path,</l>
                  <l n="2">Right through the gates of wrath</l>
                  <l n="3" indent="2">I urge my way;</l>
                  <l n="4">Sweet Morning leads me on;</l>
                  <l n="5">With soft repentant moan</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="2">I see the break of day.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="">
                  <l n="7">The war of swords and spears,</l>
                  <l n="8">Melted by dewy tears,</l>
                  <l n="9">Exhales on high;</l>
                  <l n="10">The sun is freed from fears,</l>
                  <l n="11">And with soft grateful tears</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="2">Ascends the sky.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="66" image="a.3-1862.blms.66.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 9 is crossed out and replaced by 66 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.4" n="4" type="lyric" title="The Golden Net" id="a.3-1862.i5"
                  workcode="blake.015">
               <lg n="" type="">
                  <l n="1">Beneath the white thorn stood in May</l>
                  <l n="2">Three virgins at the break of day;</l>
                  <l n="3">They bore a net of golden twine</l>
                  <l n="4">To hang upon the branches fine:</l>
                  <l n="5">The first was clothed in iron wire,</l>
                  <l n="6">The second was clothed in tears and sighs,</l>
                  <l n="7">Dazzling bright before my eyes.</l>
                  <l n="8">Pitying I wept to see the woe</l>
                  <l n="9">That Love and Beauty undergo,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="10">to be clothed in burning fires</l>
                  <l n="11">And in ungratified desires,</l>
                  <l n="12">And in tears clothed night and day:</l>
                  <l n="13">It melted all my soul away.</l>
                  <l n="14">When they saw me weep, a smile</l>
                  <l n="15">Which did heaven itself beguile</l>
                  <l n="16">Bore the golden net aloft,</l>
                  <l n="17">As by downy pinions soft,</l>
                  <l n="18">O'er the morning of my day.</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="[66v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.66v.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 10 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="19">Underneath the net I stray,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="20">Now entreating Flaming-fire,</l>
                  <l n="21">Now entreating Iron-wire,</l>
                  <l n="22">Now entreating Tears-and-sighs.</l>
                  <l n="23">O when will the morning rise?</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.5" n="5" type="lyric" title="The Grey Monk" id="a.3-1862.i6"
                  workcode="blake.016">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">&#8220;I see, I see!&#8221; the mother said,</l>
                  <l n="2">&#8220;My children will die for lack of bread!</l>
                  <l n="3">What more hath the merciless tyrant said?&#8221;</l>
                  <l n="4">The monk sat him down on her stony bed.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">His eye was dry,&#8212;no tear could flow,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="6">A hollow groan first spoke his woe;</l>
                  <l n="7">He trembled and shuddered upon the bed;</l>
                  <l n="8">At length, with a feeble cry, he said:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">&#8220;When God commanded this hand to write</l>
                  <l n="10">In the shadowy hours of deep midnight,</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="67" image="a.3-1862.blms.67.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 11 is crossed out and replaced by 67 written in the upper right corner in
        pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="11">He told me that all I wrote should prove</l>
                  <l n="12">The bane of all that on earth I love.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">&#8220;My brother starved between two walls;</l>
                  <l n="14">Thy children's crying my soul appals;</l>
                  <l n="15">I mocked at the rack and griding chain,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="16">My bent body mocks at their torturing pain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="17">&#8220;Thy father drew his sword in the north,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="18">By his strong courage he is marched forth;</l>
                  <l n="19">Thy brother has armèd himself in steel,</l>
                  <l n="20">To revenge the wrongs that thy Children feel.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="6" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="21">&#8220;But vain the sword and vain the bow,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="22">They never can work War's overthrow;</l>
                  <l n="23">The hermit's prayer and the Widows tear</l>
                  <l n="24">Alone can free the World from fear.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[67v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.67v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 12 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.6" n="6" type="lyric" title="The Birds" id="a.3-1862.i7"
                  workcode="blake.017">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">The Birds.</title>
               </divheader>
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">(He.) Where thou dwellest, in what grove, </l>
                  <l n="2">Tell me, fair one, tell me, love;</l>
                  <l n="3">Where thou thy charming nest dost built.</l>
                  <l n="4">O thou pride of every field.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">(She.) Yonder stands a lovely tree,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="6">There I live and mourn for thee;</l>
                  <l n="7">Morning drinks my silent tear</l>
                  <l n="8">And evening winds my sorrow hear.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">(He.) O thou Summer's harmony,</l>
                  <l n="10">I have lived and mourned for thee;</l>
                  <l n="11">Each day I mourn along the wood,</l>
                  <l n="12">And night hath heard my sorrow loud.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">(She.) Dost thou truly long for me? </l>
                  <l n="14">And am I thus sweet to thee?</l>
                  <l n="15">Sorrow now is at an end,</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="68" image="a.3-1862.blms.68.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 13 is crossed out and replaced by 68 written in the upper right corner in
        pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="16">O my lover and my friend.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="17">(He.) Come, on wings of joy will fly </l>
                  <l n="18">To where my bower is hung on high;</l>
                  <l n="19">Come, and make thy calm retreat</l>
                  <l n="20">Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.7" n="7" type="lyric" title="Why Was Cupid a Boy" id="a.3-1862.i8"
                  workcode="blake.018">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">Why was Cupid a boy,</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">And why a boy was he?</l>
                  <l n="3">He should have been a girl</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">For aught that I can see.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">For he shoots with his bow,</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">And the girl shoots with her eye,</l>
                  <l n="7">And they both are merry and glad</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">And laugh when we do cry.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">Then to make Cupid a boy</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="[68v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.68v.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 14 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="10" indent="1">Was surely a woman's plan,</l>
                  <l n="11">For a boy never learns so much</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="1">Till he is become a man.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">And then he's so pierced with cares</l>
                  <l n="14" indent="1">And wounded with arrowy smarts,</l>
                  <l n="15">That the whole business of his life</l>
                  <l n="16" indent="1">Is to pick out the heads of the darts.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="17">'Twas the Greek love of war</l>
                  <l n="18" indent="1">That turned love into a boy</l>
                  <l n="19">And woman into a statue of stone;</l>
                  <l n="20" indent="1">And away fled every joy.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.8" n="8" type="lyric" title="Gnomic Verses, xviii" id="a.3-1862.i9"
                  workcode="blake.019">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">If e'er I grow to man's estate,</l>
                  <l n="2">O give to me a woman's fate;</l>
                  <l n="3">May I govern all both great and small,</l>
                  <l n="4">Have the last word, and take the wall.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="69" image="a.3-1862.blms.69.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 15 is crossed out and replaced by 69 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.9" n="9" type="song" title="A Cradle Song" id="a.3-1862.i10"
                  workcode="blake.020">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">A cradle-song.</title>
               </divheader>
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">Sleep, sleep, beauty-bright,</l>
                  <l n="2">Dreaming, in the joys of night;</l>
                  <l n="3">Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep</l>
                  <l n="4">Little sorrows sit and weep.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">Sweet babe, in thy face</l>
                  <l n="6">Soft desires I can trace,</l>
                  <l n="7">Secret joys and secret smiles;</l>
                  <l n="8">Little pretty infant wiles.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">As thy softest limbs I feel,</l>
                  <l n="10">Smiles as of the morning steal</l>
                  <l n="11">O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast</l>
                  <l n="12">Where thy little heart doth rest.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">O the cunning wiles that creep</l>
                  <l n="14">In thy little heart asleep!</l>
                  <l n="15">When thy little heart does wake,</l>
                  <l n="16">Then the dreadful light shall break.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[69v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.69v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 16 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>as in S S[?].</trans>
               <desc/>
            </msadds>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.10" n="10" type="song" title="Nurse's Song" id="a.3-1862.i11"
                  workcode="blake.021">
               <lg n="1" type="">
                  <l n="1">When the voices of children are heard on the green</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">And whisperings are in the dale,</l>
                  <l n="3">The days of youth rise fresh in my mind</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">And my face turns grave and pale.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="">
                  <l n="5" part="i">Then come home, my children, the sun is</l>
                  <l n="5a" part="f" indent="3">gone down</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">And the dews of night arise:</l>
                  <l n="7">Your spring and your day are wasted in play,</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">And your winter and night in disguise.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.11" n="11" type="poem" title="Several Questions Answerd"
                  id="a.3-1862.i12"
                  workcode="blake.022">
               <lg n="1" type="">
                  <l n="">The look of love alarms</l>
                  <l n="" indent="1">Because 'tis filled with fire,</l>
                  <l n="">But the look of soft deceit</l>
                  <l n="" indent="1">Shall win the lover's hire.</l>
                  <l n="">Soft deceit and idleness,</l>
                  <l n="">These are beauty's sweetest dress.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="70" image="a.3-1862.blms.70.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 17 is crossed out and replaced by 70 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.12" n="12" type="poem" title="I Heard an Angel" id="a.3-1862.i13"
                  workcode="blake.023">
               <lg n="1">
                  <l n="1">I heard an Angel singing</l>
                  <l n="2">When the day was springing:</l>
                  <l n="3">&#8220;Mercy, Pity, and Peace,</l>
                  <l n="4">Are the world's release.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <l n="5">So he sang all day</l>
                  <l n="6">Over the new-mown hay,</l>
                  <l n="7">Till the sun went down</l>
                  <l n="8">And haycocks looked brown.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <l n="9">I heard a devil curse</l>
                  <l n="10">Over the heath and the furze:</l>
                  <l n="11">&#8220;Mercy could be no more</l>
                  <l n="12">If there were nobody poor,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="13">And Pity no more could be</l>
                  <l n="14">If all were happy as ye,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="15">And mutual fear brings Peace.</l>
                  <l n="16">Misery's increase</l>
                  <l n="17">Are Mercy, Pity, Peace.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <l n="18">At his curse the sun went down,</l>
                  <l n="19">And the heavens gave a frown.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.13" n="13" type="poem" title="Jerusalem" id="a.3-1862.i14"
                  workcode="blake008">
               <lg>
                  <l n="1">I give you the end of a golden string;</l>
                  <l n="2">Only wind it into a ball,</l>
                  <l n="3">It will lead you in at Heaven's gate</l>
                  <l n="4">Built in Jerusalem's wall.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[70v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.70v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 18 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>not printed</trans>
               <desc>Comment is positioned alongside the first two stanzas of this page.</desc>
            </msadds>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.14" n="14" type="poem" title="The Garden of Love" id="a.3-1862.i15"
                  workcode="blake010">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">I laid me down upon a bank</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">Where Love lay sleeping;</l>
                  <l n="3">I heard among the rushes dank</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">Weeping, weeping.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">Then I went to the heath and the wild,</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">To the thistles and thorns of the waste;</l>
                  <l n="7">And they told me how they were beguil'd,</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">Driven out, and compelled to be chaste.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">I went to the garden of love,</l>
                  <l n="10" indent="1">And I saw what I never had seen;</l>
                  <l n="11">A chapel was built in the midst,</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="1">Where I used to play on the green.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">And the gates of this chapel were shut,</l>
                  <l n="14" indent="1">And &#8220;<hi rend="u">Thou shalt not</hi>,&#8221; writ over
       the door;</l>
                  <l n="15">So I turned to the garden of love</l>
                  <l n="16" indent="1">Which so many sweet flowers bore.</l>
               </lg>
               <epage/>
               <page n="71" image="a.3-1862.blms.71.tif"/>
               <pageheader>
                  <note>The number 19 is crossed out and replaced by 71 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
               </pageheader>
               <lg n="5" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="17">And I saw it was filled with graves,</l>
                  <l n="18" indent="1">And tombstones where flowers should be;</l>
                  <l n="19">And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,</l>
                  <l n="20" indent="1">And choking <add>binding [?]</add> with briars my joys and desires.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>S. S[?]</trans>
               <desc/>
            </msadds>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.15" n="15" type="poem" title="My Pretty Rose Tree"
                  id="a.3-1862.i16"
                  workcode="blake011">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">A flower was offer'd to me,</l>
                  <l n="2">Such a flower as May never bore;</l>
                  <l n="3">But I said &#8220;I've a pretty rose-tree,&#8221;</l>
                  <l n="4">And I passed the sweet flower o'er.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">Then I went to my pretty rose-tree,</l>
                  <l n="6">To tend her <add>it [?]</add> by day and <add>by [?]</add>night;</l>
                  <l n="7">But my rose turned away with jealousy,</l>
                  <l n="8">And her thorns were my only delight.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.16" n="16" type="poem" title="Inventions from the Book of Job"
                  id="a.3-1862.i17"
                  workcode="blake.024">
               <msadds type="other">
                  <trans>x</trans>
                  <desc>The mark suggests a footnote, which does not appear.</desc>
               </msadds>
     
               <lg>
                  <l n="1">The angel who presided o'er my birth</l>
                  <l n="2">Said: &#8220;Little creature, formed of joy and mirth,</l>
                  <l n="3">Go, love without the help of anything on earth&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[71v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.71v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 20 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.17" n="17" type="poem" title="I Saw a Chapel" id="a.3-1862.i18"
                  workcode="blake.025">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">I saw a chapel all of gold</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">That none did dare to enter in;</l>
                  <l n="3">And many weeping stood without,</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">Weeping, mourning, worshipping.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">I saw a serpent rise between</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">The white pillars of the door,</l>
                  <l n="7">And he forced and forced and forced</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">Till <add>Down</add> he the golden hinges tore;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">And along the pavement sweet</l>
                  <l n="10" indent="1">Set with pearls and rubies bright,</l>
                  <l n="11">All his slimy length he drew,</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="1">Till upon the altar white</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">He vomited his poison out</l>
                  <l n="14" indent="1">On the bread and on the wine.</l>
                  <l n="15">So I turned into a sty,</l>
                  <l n="16" indent="1">And laid me down among the swine.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="72" image="a.3-1862.blms.72.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 21 is crossed out and replaced by 72 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
    
            <div1 anchor="0.1.18" n="18" type="poem" title="Never seek to tell thy love"
                  id="a.3-1862.i19"
                  workcode="blake.026">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">Never seek to tell thy love,</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">Love that never told can be;</l>
                  <l n="3">For the gentle wind doth<add>does</add> move</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">Silently, invisibly.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">I told my love, I told my love,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">I told her all my heart,</l>
                  <l n="7">Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">Ah! she did<add>doth</add> depart.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">Soon after she was gone from me,</l>
                  <l n="10" indent="1">A traveller came by,</l>
                  <l n="11">Silently, invisibly:</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="1">He took her with a sigh.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.19" n="19" type="epigram" title="Great things are done"
                  id="a.3-1862.i20"
                  workcode="blake.027">
               <lg>
                  <l n="1">Great things are done when men and mountains meet;</l>
                  <l n="2">These are not done by jostling in the street.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[72v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.72v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 22 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>not in Scott</trans>
               <desc>A penciled &#8220;x&#8220; marks the poem noted as omitted from Scott.</desc>
            </msadds>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.20" n="20" type="song" title="The Wild-Flower's Song"
                  id="a.3-1862.i21"
                  workcode="blake.028">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">The wild-flower's song.</title>
               </divheader>
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">As I wandered <add>(</add>ni<add>)</add> the forest</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">The green leaves among,</l>
                  <l n="3">I heard a wild-flower</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">Singing a song:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">&#8220;I slept in the earth,</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">In the silent night;</l>
                  <l n="7">I murmured my thoughts<add>fears</add>,</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">And I felt delight.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">&#8220;In the morning I went,</l>
                  <l n="10" indent="1">As rosy as morn,</l>
                  <l n="11">To seek for new joy;</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="1">But I met with scorn.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.21" n="21" type="fragment" title="On Art and Artists, viii"
                  id="a.3-1862.i22"
                  workcode="blake.029">
               <lg>
                  <l n="1">The errors of a wise man make your rule,</l>
                  <l n="2">Rather than the perfections of a fool.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="73" image="a.3-1862.blms.73.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 23 is crossed out and replaced by 73 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>as in S S[?].</trans>
               <desc/>
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            <div1 anchor="0.1.22" n="22" type="song" title="The Sick Rose" id="a.3-1862.i23"
                  workcode="blake.030">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">The sick rose.</title>
               </divheader>
               <lg n="1">
                  <l n="1">O rose, thou art sick;</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">The invisible worm,</l>
                  <l n="3">That flies in the night</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">In the howling storm,</l>
                  <l n="5">Hath found out thy bed</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">Of crimson joy,</l>
                  <l n="7">And his dark secret love</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">Doth thy life destroy.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.23" n="23" type="song" title="A Little Boy Lost" id="a.3-1862.i24"
                  workcode="blake.031">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">Nought loves another as itself,</l>
                  <l n="2">Nor venerates another so;</l>
                  <l n="3">Nor is it possible to thought</l>
                  <l n="4">A greater than itself to know.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">Then, father, how can I love you</l>
                  <l n="6">Or any of my brothers more?</l>
                  <l n="7">I love you like the little bird</l>
                  <l n="8">That picks up crumbs before the door.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[73v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.73v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 24 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.24" n="24" type="song" title="The Tiger" id="a.3-1862.i25"
                  workcode="blake.032">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">The Tiger.</title>
               </divheader>
               <pagenote anchor="y" resp="ed">
                  <p>(This poem I copy from Cunningham's Memoir of <lb/> Blake, where it is given in its complete
      state from <lb/> the volume printed during the life-time of the <lb/> poet. In one instance
      however, (2<hi rend="sup">nd</hi> line, 5<hi rend="sup">th</hi> stanza) <lb/> I have adopted,
      as preferable, the reading to be <lb/> found in the M.S.  D.G.C.R.)</p>
               </pagenote>
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">Tiger, tiger, burning bright</l>
                  <l n="2">In the forest of the night,</l>
                  <l n="3">What immortal hand or eye</l>
                  <l n="4">Framed thy fearful symmetry?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">In what distant deeps or skies</l>
                  <l n="6">Burned the fervour of thine eyes?</l>
                  <l n="7">On what wings dare he aspire&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="8">What the hand dare seize the fire?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">And what shoulder and what art</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="74" image="a.3-1862.blms.74.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 25 is crossed out and replaced by 74 written in the upper right corner in
        pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="10">Could twist the sinews of thy heart?</l>
                  <l n="11">When thy heart began to beat,</l>
                  <l n="12">What dread hand formed thy dread feet?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="13">What the hammer, what the chain,</l>
                  <l n="14">Formed thy strength and forged thy brain?</l>
                  <l n="15">What the anvil? What dread grasp</l>
                  <l n="16">Dare thy deadly terrors clasp?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="17">When the stars threw down their spheres</l>
                  <l n="18">And watered heaven with their tears,</l>
                  <l n="19">Did he smile, his work to see?</l>
                  <l n="20">Did he who made the lamb make thee?</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <msadds type="note">
               <trans>
                  <del>not in Scott</del> X</trans>
               <desc>The note is crossed out</desc>
            </msadds>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.25" n="25" type="song" title="Soft Snow" id="a.3-1862.i26"
                  workcode="blake.033">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">I walked abroad on a snowy day,</l>
                  <l n="2">I asked the soft snow with me to play;</l>
                  <l n="3">She played and she melted in all her prime.</l>
                  <l n="4">Ah! that sweet love should be thought a crime!</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[74v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.74v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 26 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.26" n="26" type="song" title="The Clod and the Pebble"
                  id="a.3-1862.i27"
                  workcode="blake.034">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">&#8220;Love seeketh not itself to please,</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">Nor for itself hath any care,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="3">But for another's gives its ease,</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">And builds a heaven in hell's despair.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">So sung a little clod of clay,</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">Trodden with the cattle's feet;</l>
                  <l n="7">But a pebble of the wood</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">Warbled out these metres meet:&#8212;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">&#8220;Love seeketh only self to please,</l>
                  <l n="10" indent="1">To bind another to its delight,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="11">Joys in another's loss of ease,</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="1">And builds a hell in heaven's despite.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.27" n="27" type="song" title="A Poison Tree" id="a.3-1862.i28"
                  workcode="blake.035">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">I was angry with my friend;</l>
                  <l n="2">I told my wrath,&#8212;my wrath did end.</l>
                  <l n="3">I was angry with my foe;</l>
                  <l n="4">I told it not,&#8212;my wrath did grow.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="75" image="a.3-1862.blms.75.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 27 is crossed out and replaced by 75 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.28" n="28" type="song" title="Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau"
                  id="a.3-1862.i29"
                  workcode="blake.036">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="">Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau,</l>
                  <l n="">Mock on, mock on,&#8212;'tis all in vain!</l>
                  <l n="">You throw the sand against the wind</l>
                  <l n="">And the wind blows it back again.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="">And every sand becomes a gem</l>
                  <l n="">Reflected in the beams divine;</l>
                  <l n="">Blown back, they blind the mocking eye,</l>
                  <l n="">But still in Israel's paths they shine.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.29" n="29" type="song"
                  title="Why should I care for the men of Thames"
                  id="a.3-1862.i30"
                  workcode="blake.037">
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">Why should I care for the men of Thames,</l>
                  <l n="2">Or the cheating waters of chartered streams?&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="3">Or shrink at the little blasts of fear</l>
                  <l n="4">That the hireling blows into mine ear?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">Though born on the cheating banks of Thames,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="6">Though his waters bathed my infant limbs,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="7">The Ohio shall wash his stains from me.</l>
                  <l n="8">I was born a slave, but I go to be free.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[75v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.75v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 28 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.30" n="30" type="poem" title="I rose up at the dawn of day"
                  id="a.3-1862.i31"
                  workcode="blake.038">
               <lg n="1">
                  <l n="1">I rose up at the dawn of day.</l>
                  <l n="2">&#8220;Get thee away, get thee away.</l>
                  <l n="3">Pray'st thou for riches? away, away!</l>
                  <l n="4">This is the Throne of Mammon grey.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <l n="5">Said I: &#8220;This sure is very odd;</l>
                  <l n="6">I took it to be the throne of God;</l>
                  <l n="7">Everything besides I have,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="8">It is only for riches that I can crave.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <l n="9">&#8220;I have mental joys and mental health,</l>
                  <l n="10">Mental friends and mental wealth;</l>
                  <l n="11">I've a wife that I love and that loves me;</l>
                  <l n="12">I've all but riches bodily.</l>
                  <l n="13">Then if for riches I must not pray,</l>
                  <l n="14">God knows it's little prayers I need say.&#8221;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <l n="15">I am in God's presence night and day;</l>
                  <l n="16">He never turns his face away:</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="76" image="a.3-1862.blms.76.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 29 is crossed out and replaced by 76 written in the upper right corner in
        pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="17">The accuser of sins by my side doth stand</l>
                  <l n="18">And he holds my money-bag in his hand;</l>
                  <l n="19">For my worldly things God makes him pay,</l>
                  <l n="20">And he'd pay for more if to him I would pray:</l>
                  <l n="21">He says, if I worship not him for a God</l>
                  <l n="22">I shall eat coarser food and go worse shod;</l>
                  <l n="23">But as I don't value such things as these,</l>
                  <l n="24">You must do, M<hi rend="sup">r</hi>. Devil, just as God please.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.31" n="31" type="poem" title="The Little Vagabond"
                  id="a.3-1862.i32"
                  workcode="blake.039">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">
                     <add>The Little Vagabond.</add>
                  </title>
               </divheader>
               <lg n="1" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="1">Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold,</l>
                  <l n="2">But the alehouse is healthy and pleasant and warm;</l>
                  <l n="3">Besides, I can tell when I am used well;</l>
                  <l n="4">The poor parsons with wind like a blown bladder swell.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="5">But if at the church they would give us some ale</l>
                  <l n="6">And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,</l>
                  <l n="7">We'd stay and <add>we'd</add> pray all the livelong day,</l>
                  <l n="8">Nor ever once wish from the church to stray.</l>
               </lg>
               <epage/>
               <page n="[76v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.76v.tif"/>
               <pageheader>
                  <note>The number 30 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
               </pageheader>
               <lg n="3" type="quatrain">
                  <l n="9">Then God, like a father rejoicing to see</l>
                  <l n="10">His children as pleasant and happy as he,</l>
                  <l n="11">Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,</l>
                  <l n="12">But shake hands and kiss him, and there'd be no more hell.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.32" n="32" type="poem" title="I asked a Thief" id="a.3-1862.i33"
                  workcode="blake.040">
               <lg n="1">
                  <l n="1">I asked a thief to steal me a peach;&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="2" indent="1">He turned up his eyes.</l>
                  <l n="3">I asked a lithe lady to lie down;&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="4" indent="1">Holy and meek, she cries.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <l n="5">As soon as I went,</l>
                  <l n="6" indent="1">An angel came;</l>
                  <l n="7">He winked at the thief,</l>
                  <l n="8" indent="1">And smiled at the dame;</l>
                  <l n="9">And without one word spoke,</l>
                  <l n="10" indent="1">Had a peach from the tree,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="11">And 'twixt earnest and joke,</l>
                  <l n="12" indent="1">Enjoyed the lady.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.33" n="33" type="epigram" title="To Chloe's heart"
                  id="a.3-1862.i34"
                  workcode="blake.041">
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">Epigram.</title>
               </divheader>
               <lg n="1" type="couplet">
                  <l n="1">To Chloe's heart young Cupid slyly stole,</l>
                  <l n="2">But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="77" image="a.3-1862.blms.77.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 31 is crossed out and replaced by 77 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.34" n="34" type="poem" title="The caverns of the grave I've seen"
                  id="a.3-1862.i35"
                  workcode="blake.042">
               <pagenote anchor="y" resp="ed">
                  <p>(It seems probable that the following lines were <lb/> intended as an introduction to the
      series of designs <lb/> which Blake commenced in illustration of Dante. <lb/>
                     <del>The space I have left blank is occupied in the <lb/> M.S. by something completely
       indecipherable, <lb/> which appears from the context to be a proper <lb/> name.  D.G.C.R.)</del>
                  </p>
               </pagenote>
               <lg n="1">
                  <l n="1">The caverns of the Grave I've seen,</l>
                  <l n="2">And these I showed to England's queen;</l>
                  <l n="3">But now the caves of Hell I view,&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="4">Whom shall I dare to show them to?</l>
                  <l n="5">What mighty soul in beauty's form</l>
                  <l n="6">Shall dauntless view the infernal storm?</l>
                  <l n="7">
                     <hi rend="u">Egremont's Countess</hi> can control</l>
                  <l n="8">The flames of hell that round me roll.</l>
                  <l n="9">If she refuse, I still go on</l>
                  <l n="10">Till the heavens and earth are gone;&#8212;</l>
                  <l n="11">Still admired by noble minds,</l>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="[77v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.77v.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 32 is written in the upper left corner in pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
                  <l n="12">Followed by envy on the winds.</l>
                  <l n="13">Re-engraved time after time,</l>
                  <l n="14">Ever in their youthful prime,</l>
                  <l n="15">My designs unchanged remain;</l>
                  <l n="16">Time may rage, but rage in vain;</l>
                  <l n="17">For above time's troubled fountains</l>
                  <l n="18">On the great Atlantic mountains,</l>
                  <l n="19">In my Golden House on high,</l>
                  <l n="20">There they shine eternally.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.35" n="35" type="poem" title="Gnomic Verses, xx, Riches"
                  id="a.3-1862.i36"
                  workcode="blake.043">
               <lg n="1">
                  <l n="1">The countless gold of a merry heart,</l>
                  <l n="2">The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,</l>
                  <l n="3">The idle man never can bring to the mart</l>
                  <l n="4">Nor the cunning hoard up in his treasury.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.36" n="36" type="epigram"
                  title="He's a blockhead who wants a proof"
                  id="a.3-1862.i37"
                  workcode="blake.044">
               <pagenote anchor="y" resp="ed">
                  <p>(The following was probably written on some anti-visionary.) <lb/>
       D.G.C.R.</p>
               </pagenote>
               <lg n="1" type="couplet">
                  <l n="1">He's a blockhead who wants a proof of what he can't perceive,</l>
                  <l n="2">And he's a fool who tries to make such a blockhead believe.</l>
               </lg>
            </div1>
            <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            <epage/>
            <page n="78" image="a.3-1862.blms.78.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The numbers 33 and 43 are crossed out and replaced by 78 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
    
            <div1 anchor="0.1.37" n="37" type="epigram"
                  title="My title as a genius thus is proved"
                  id="a.3-1862.i38"
                  workcode="blake.045">
               <divheader>
                  <del>
                     <title level="wrk">20</title>
                  </del>
               </divheader>
               <delspan>
                  <lg>
                     <l n="1">My title as a genius thus is proved:&#8212;</l>
                     <l n="2">Not praised by Hayley, nor by Flaxman loved.</l>
                  </lg>
               </delspan>
               <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            </div1>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.38" n="38" type="epigram"
                  title="Cromek loves artists as he loves his meat"
                  id="a.3-1862.i39"
                  workcode="blake.046">
               <divheader>
                  <del>
                     <title level="wrk">21</title>
                  </del>
               </divheader>
               <delspan>
                  <lg>
                     <l n="1">Cromek loves artists as he loves his meat;</l>
                     <l n="2">He loves the art,&#8212;but 'tis the art to cheat.</l>
                  </lg>
               </delspan>
               <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            </div1>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.39" n="39" type="epigram" title="A pretty sneaking knave I knew"
                  id="a.3-1862.i40"
                  workcode="blake.047">
               <divheader>
                  <del>
                     <title level="wrk">22</title>
                  </del>
               </divheader>
               <delspan>
                  <lg>
                     <l n="1">A pretty sneaking knave I knew . . . . . .</l>
                     <l n="2">Oh M<hi rend="sup">r</hi>. Cromek! how do you do?</l>
                  </lg>
               </delspan>
               <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            </div1>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.40" n="40" type="epigram" title="The Sussex men are noted fools"
                  id="a.3-1862.i41"
                  workcode="blake.048">
               <divheader>
                  <del>
                     <title level="wrk">23</title>
                  </del>
               </divheader>
               <delspan>
                  <lg>
                     <l n="1">The Sussex men are noted fools,</l>
                     <l n="2" indent="1">And weak in their brain-pan.</l>
                     <l n="3">I wonder if H&#8212; the painter</l>
                     <l n="4" indent="1">Is not a Sussex man.</l>
                  </lg>
               </delspan>
               <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
               <msadds type="note">
                  <trans>not in Scott X</trans>
                  <desc/>
               </msadds>
            </div1>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.41" n="41" type="epigram" title="Friends were quite hard to find"
                  id="a.3-1862.i42"
                  workcode="blake.049">
               <divheader>
                  <del>
                     <title level="wrk">24</title>
                  </del>
               </divheader>
               <delspan>
                  <lg>
                     <l n="1">Friends were quite hard to find, old authors say,</l>
                     <l n="2">But now they stand in everybody's way.</l>
                  </lg>
               </delspan>
               <ornlb>=====</ornlb>
            </div1>
            <epage/>
            <page n="[78v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.78v.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>blank page</note>
            </pageheader>
            <epage/>
            <page n="79" image="a.3-1862.blms.79.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The number 34 is crossed out and replaced by 79 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.42" n="42" type="prose" title="Blake's Chaucer" id="a.3-1862.i43"
                  workcode="blake.050">
               <pagenote anchor="y" resp="ed">
                  <p>(N.B. I have compiled the following from various scat-<lb/>tered passages, wich may, or
       may not, form a whole.)</p>
               </pagenote>
               <divheader> 
                  <title level="wrk">Blake's Chaucer:<lb/> An original Engraving by William Blake from his<lb/>
       Fresco Painting of Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrimmage.</title>
               </divheader>
               <ornlb>------</ornlb>
               <p n="1">Mr. B. having from early youth cultivated the two arts,<lb/> painting and engraving,
      and during a period of forty <lb/> years never suspended his labors on copper for a single
      <lb/> day, submits with confidence to public patronage, and <lb/> requests the attention of
      amateurs in a large stroke <lb/> engraving (3 f. 11i long by 1 f. high) containing 30
      original, <lb/> high-finished, whole-length portraits on horseback of <lb/> Chaucer's
      characters, where every character &amp; every expression, <lb/> every lineament of
      head, hand, and foot, every particular <lb/> of dress or costume, where every horse is
      appropriate to <lb/> his rider; and the scene or landscape, with its villages, <lb/> cottages,
      churches, and the Inn in Southwark; is minutely <lb/> labored, not by the hands of journeymen,
      but by the <lb/> original artist himself, even to the stuffs and embroidery <lb/>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="[79v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.79v.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The page is numbered 2 in ink, though the number 35 appears faintly in pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
      of the garments, the hair upon the horses, the
      leaves upon <lb/> the trees, and the stones and gravel upon the road. The <lb/> great strength
      of coloring and depth of work peculiar to <lb/> Mr. B.'s prints will be here found accompanied
      by a <lb/> precision not to be seen but in the work of an original <lb/> artist.</p>
               <p n="2">Sir Jeffery Chaucer and the nine and twenty Pilgrims <lb/> on their journey to
      Canterbury.</p>
               <p n="3">The time chosen is early morning before sun-rise, <lb/> when the jolly company are
      just quitting the Tabarde <lb/> Inn. The knight and Squire with the Squire's Yeoman <lb/> lead
      the procession; then the youthful Abbess, her Nun <lb/> and three Priests; her greyhounds
      attend her:<lb/>
                  <quote>
       
                     <lg>
                        <l n="1">&#8220;Of small hounds had she that she fed</l>
                        <l n="2">With roast flesh, milk and wastel-bread.&#8221;</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote> Next follow the Friar and Monk; then the Tapster, the <lb/> Pardoner, the Sumpnor,
      and the Manciple. After these <lb/> &#8220;our Hoste&#8221; who occupies the centre
      of the cavalcade,&#8212;<lb/> (the fun afterwards exhibited on the road may be <lb/> seen
      depicted in his jolly face)&#8212;directs them to the <lb/> knight (whose solemn
      gallantry no less fixes attention) <lb/> as the person who will be likely to commence their
      <lb/>
               </p>
     
            </div1>
            <epage/>
            <page n="80" image="a.3-1862.blms.80.tif"/>
            <pageheader>
               <note>The numbers 36 and 27 are crossed out and replaced by 80 written in the upper right corner in
      pencil.</note>
            </pageheader>
            <div1 anchor="0.1.43" n="43" type="prose" title="A Vision of the Last Judgement"
                  id="a.3-1862.i44"
                  workcode="blake.051">
          
               <divheader>
                  <title level="wrk">A Vision of the Last Judgement.</title>
               </divheader>
               <ornlb>------</ornlb>
               <p n="1"> The last Judgement is not fable or allegory, but vision. <lb/> Fable or allegory
       <del>are</del>
                  <add>is</add> a totally distinct and inferior kind <lb/> of poetry. Vision or
      imagination is a representation of <lb/> what eternally exists really and unchangeably. Fable
      or <lb/> allegory is formed by the daughters of Memory: imagination <lb/> is surrounded by the
      daughters of inspiration, who in <lb/> the aggregate are called Jerusalem. Fable is allegory,
      but <lb/> what critics call <hi rend="u">the fable</hi> is vision itself. The Hebrew <lb/>
      Bible and the Gospel of Jesus are not allegory, but eternal <lb/> vision or imagination of all
      that exists. Note here <lb/> that fable or allegory is seldom without some vision. <lb/>
      &#8220;Pilgrim's Progress&#8221; is full of it; the Greek poets the same. <lb/> But
      allegory and vision ought to be known as two dis-<lb/> tinct things and so called for the sake
      of eternal life. <lb/> The [ancients exercise fable] when they assert that Jupiter <lb/>
      usurped the throne of his Father Saturn, and brought on <lb/> an iron age, and begat on
      Mnemosyne or Memory the <lb/> great Muses, which are not inspiration as the Bible is. <lb/>
      Reality was forgot and the vanities of time and space <lb/>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="[80v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.80v.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 28 appears at the upper left in ink.</note>
                  </pageheader>
      only remembered and called reality. The Greeks
      represent <lb/> Chronos or Time as a very aged man: this is fable, but the <lb/> real vision
      of Time is in eternal youth. I have however <lb/> somewhat accommodated my figure of Time to
      the common <lb/> opinion, as I myself am also infected with it and my vision <lb/> is also
      infected, and I see Time aged, alas! too much so. Alle-<lb/> gories are things that relate to
      moral virtues; moral vir-<lb/> tues do not exist; they are allegories and dissimulations:
      <lb/> but Time and Space are real beings, a male and a female. <lb/> Time is a man, Space is a
      woman, and her masculine <lb/> portion is Death._ Such is the mighty difference between <lb/>
      allegoric fable and spiritual mystery. Let it here be noted <lb/> that the Greek fables
      originated in spiritual mystery and <lb/> real visions which are lost and clouded in fable and
      <lb/> alegory, while the Hebrew Bible and the Greek Gospel are <lb/> genuine, preserved by the
      Saviour's mercy. The nature of <lb/> my work is visionary or imaginative; it is an endeavor
      <lb/> to restore what the ancients called the golden age.</p>
               <p n="2">Plato has made Socrates say that poets and prophets <lb/> do not know or understand
      what they write or utter. <lb/> This is a most pernicious falsehood. If they do not pray,
      <lb/> is an inferior kind to be called knowing? Plato confutes <lb/>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="81" image="a.3-1862.blms.81.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 29 is crossed out and replaced by 81 in pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
      himself.</p>
               <p n="3">The Last Judgement is one of these stupendous visions.<lb/> I have represented it as I
      saw it: to different people it appears <lb/> differently, as everything else does; for, tho'
      on earth things <lb/> seem permanent, they are less permanent than a shadow, <lb/> as we all
      know too well. In eternity one thing never <lb/> changes into another thing; each identity is
      eternal; con-<lb/> sequently Apuleius's Golden Ass and Ovid's Metamorphoses <lb/> and others
      of the like kind are fable; yet they contain vision, <lb/> in a sublime degree, being derived
      from real vision in <lb/> more ancient writings. Lot'ss wife being changed into a <lb/> pillar
      of salt alludes to the mortal body being rendered <lb/> a permanent statue, but not changed or
      transformed <lb/> into another identity while it retains its own indivi-<lb/> duality. A man
      can never become ass nor horse; some <lb/> are born with shapes of men who may be both, but
      <lb/> eternal identity is one thing and corporeal vegetation <lb/> is another thing. Changing
      water into wine by Jesus, <lb/> and into blood by Moses, relates to vegetable nature also.</p>
               <p n="4">The nature of visionary fancy or imagination is <lb/> very little known, and the
      eternal nature and perma-<lb/> nence of its ever-existent images is considerd as less <lb/>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="[81v]" image="a.3-1862.blms.81v.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 30 appears at the upper left in ink.</note>
                  </pageheader>
      permanent than the things of vegetative and
      generative <lb/> nature. Yet the oak dies as well as the lettuce; but its <lb/> eternal image
      and individuality never dies, but re-<lb/> news by its seed. Just so the imaginative image
      returns <lb/> by the seed of contemplative thought. The writings of <lb/> the prophets
      illustrate these conceptions of the visionary <lb/> fancy by their various sublime and divine
      images <lb/> as seen in the worlds of vision.</p>
               <p n="5">This world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is <lb/> the divine bosom into
      which we shall all go after the <lb/> death of the vegetated body. This world of imagination
      <lb/> is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation <lb/> or vegetation is finite
      and temporal. There exist in <lb/> that eternal world the permanent realities of every <lb/>
      thing which we see are reflected in this vegetable glass <lb/> of nature.</p>
               <p n="6">All things are comprehended in their eternal forms <lb/> in the divine body of the
      Saviour, the true vine of eternity, <lb/> the human imagination, who appeared to me as coming
      <lb/> to judgement among his saints and throwing off the <lb/> temporal that the eternal might
      be established: around <lb/> him were seen the images of existences according to <lb/>
                  <epage/>
                  <page n="82" image="a.3-1862.blms.82.tif"/>
                  <pageheader>
                     <note>The number 31 is crossed out and replaced by 82 in pencil.</note>
                  </pageheader>
      
                  <pagenote place="t" anchor="y" resp="au" target="PN2">
                     <p>* The just arise on his right &amp; the wicked on his left hand. *</p>
                  </pagenote> a certain order suited to my imaginative eye, as follows.</p>
               <p n="7">Jesus seated between the two pillars, Jachin and Boaz, <lb/> with the word divine of
      revelation on his knee, and on <lb/> each side the four and twenty elders sitting in judgment;
      <lb/> the heavens opening around him by unfolding the clouds <lb/>
                  <phrase id="PN2">around his throne</phrase>
                  <add>The old Heaven &amp; old Earth are passing away, &amp; and the New Heaven
       and New Earth descending.</add>: a sea of fire issues from before <lb/> the throne: Adam and
      Eve appear first before the judge-<lb/> ment seat in humiliation: Abel surrounded by
      inno-<lb/> cents, and Cain with the flint in his hand with which <lb/> he slew his brother,
      falling with the head downwards.<lb/> From the cloud on which Eve stands Satan is seen falling
      <lb/> headlong, wound round by the tail of the serpent, whose <lb/> bulk, nailed to the cross
      round which he wreathes, is <lb/> falling into the abyss. Sin is also represented as a female
      <lb/> bound in one of the serpent's folds, surrounded by her <lb/> fiends. Death is chained to
      the cross; and Time falls <lb/> together with Death, dragged down by a demon crowned <lb/>
      with laurel. Another demon with a key has the charge <lb/> of Sin and is dragging her down by
      the hair. Beside <lb/> them a figure is seen scaled with iron scales from <lb/> head to feet,
      precipitating himself into the abyss with the <lb/> sword and balances; he is [?] King of
      Bashan.</p>
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               <p n="8">On the right, beneath the cloud on which Abel kneels, <lb/> is Abraham with Hagar and
      Ishmael on the left. Abel <lb/> kneels on a bloody cloud, descriptive of those churches before
      <lb/> the flood, that they were filled with blood and fire and <lb/> vapor of smoke: even till
      Abraham's time the vapor and <lb/> heat was not extinguished. These states exist now: Man
      <lb/> passes on, but states remain for ever; he passes thro' them <lb/> like a traveller, who
      may as well suppose that the places <lb/> he has passed thro' exist no more as a man may
      sup-<lb/> pose that the states he has passed thro' exist no more:<lb/> every thing is
      eternal._ Ishmael is Mahomed: and be-<lb/> neath the falling figure of Cain is Moses casting
      his <lb/> tables of stone into the deeps. It ought to be understood <lb/> that the persons
      Moses and Abraham are not here <lb/> meant, but the states signified by those names, the
      indi-<lb/> viduals being representatives or visions of those states, <lb/> as they were
       re<del>a</del>vealed to mortal man in the series <lb/> of divine revelations as they are
      written in the Bible. <lb/> These various states I have seen in my imagination; when <lb/>
      distant, they appear as one man, but, as you appr<add>o</add>ach, <lb/> they appear multitudes
      of nations. Abraham hovers <lb/> above his posterity which appear as multitudes of chil-<lb/>
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      dren ascending from the earth surrounded by stars,
      as it <lb/> was said: <quote>&#8220;As the stars of heaven for
      multitude.&#8221;</quote> Jacob <lb/> and his twelve sons hover beneath the feet of
      Abraham, <lb/> and recieve their children from the earth. I have seen <lb/> when, at a
      distance, multitudes of men in harmony appear <lb/> like a single infant, sometimes in the
      arms of a female;<lb/> this represented the Church.</p>
     
               <p n="9">But to proceed with the description of those on the left <lb/> hand. Beneath the cloud
      on which Moses kneels are two <lb/> figures, a male and female, chained together by the feet;
      <lb/> they represent those who perishd by the flood. Beneath <lb/> them a multitude of their
      associates are seen falling <lb/> headlong. By the side of them is a mighty fiend with a <lb/>
      book in his hand, which is shut; he represents the person <lb/> named in <xref doc="a." link="dead">
                     <title level="wrk">Isaiah</title> XXII C and 20
      V</xref>._ Eliakim the son of <lb/> Hilkiah; he drags Satan down headlong; he is crowned <lb/> with
      oak. By the side of the scaled figure representing <lb/> [?] King of Bashan, is a figure with
      a basket, emptying <lb/> out the vanities of riches and worldly honors; he is <lb/> Araunah
      the Jebusite, master of the threshing floor. Above <lb/> him are two figures elevated on a
      cloud, representing <lb/> the Pharisees who plead their own righteousness before <lb/>
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      the throne; they are weighed down by two fiends.
      Beneath <lb/> the man with the basket are three fiery fiends with <lb/> grey beards and
      scourges of fire; they represent cruel <lb/> laws; they scourge a gro<del>o</del>
                  <add>u</add>p
      of figures down into the <lb/> deeps. Beneath them are various figures in attitudes <lb/> of
      contention, representing various states of misery, <lb/> which alas! every one on earth is
      liable to enter into <lb/> and against which we should all watch. The ladies <lb/> will be
      pleased to see that I have represented the furies <lb/> by three men and not by three women.
      It is not be-<lb/> cause I think the ancients wrong; but they will be <lb/> pleased to
      remember that mine is vision and not <lb/> fable. The spectator may suppose them Clergymen
      <lb/> in the pulpit scourging sin instead of forgiving it.</p>
               <p n="10">The earth beneath these falling groupes of figures <lb/> is rocky and burning and
      seems as if convulsed by <lb/> earthquakes. A great city on fire is seen in the dis-<lb/>
      tance; the <add>armies</add> are fleeing upon the mountains. On the <lb/> foreground hell is
      opened, and many figures are descending <lb/> into it down stone steps and beside a gate
      beneath a <lb/> rock where Sin and Death are to be closed eternally by <lb/> that fiend who
      carries the key in one hand and drags <lb/>
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      them down with the other. On the rock and above the
      <lb/> gate, a fiend with wings urges the wicked onwards with <lb/> fiery darts; he is Hazael
      the Syrian who drives abroad <lb/> all those who rebell against their Saviour. Beneath the
      <lb/> steps, Babylon represented by a king crowned, grasping his <lb/> sword and his sceptre;
      he is just awakend out of his <lb/> grave. Around him are other kingdoms arising to
      judge-<lb/> ment, represented in this picture as single personages <lb/> according to the
      descriptions in the Prophets. The figure <lb/> dragging up a woman by her hair represents the
      Inquisition, <lb/> as do those contending on the sides of the pit; and in <lb/> particular the
      man strangling a woman represents a <lb/> cruel church.</p>
               <p n="11">Two persons&#8212;one in purple the other in scarlet&#8212;are <lb/>
      descending down the steps into the pit; these are Caiphas <lb/> and Pilate, two states where
      all those reside who calum-<lb/> niate and murder under pretence of holiness and justice;
      <lb/> Caiphas has a blue flame like a mitre on his head;<lb/> Pilate has bloody hands that
      never can be cleansed. The <lb/> females behind them represent the females belonging to <lb/>
      such states who are under perpetual terrors and vain <lb/> dreams, plots and secret deceit.
      Those figures that <lb/>
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      descend into the flames before Caiphas and Pilate
      are <lb/> Judas and those of his class; Achitophel is also here <lb/> with the cord in his
      hand.</p>
               <p n="12">Between the figures of Adam and Eve appears a fiery <lb/> gulph descending from the
      sea of fire before the throne. <lb/> In this cataract four angels descend headlong with <lb/>
      four trumpets to awake the dead. Beneath these is the <lb/> seat of the harlot named Mystery
      in the Revelations;<lb/> she is siezed by two beings, each with three heads; they <lb/>
      represent vegetative existence; as it is written in Reve-<lb/> lations, they strip her naked
      and burn her with fire;<lb/> &#8212;it represents the eternal consumption of vegetable
      <lb/> life and death with its lusts; the wreathed torches <lb/> in their hands represents
      eternal fire which is the fire <lb/> of generation or vegetation; it is an eternal
      consum-<lb/> mation. Those who are blessed with imaginative <lb/> vision see this eternal
      female and tremble at what <lb/> others fear not, while they despise and laugh at what <lb/>
      others fear. Beneath her feet is a flaming cavern <lb/> in which are seen her kings and
      councillors and <lb/> warriors descend in flames, lamenting and looking <lb/> upon her in
      astonishment and terror, and hell is <lb/>
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      opened beneath her seat. On the left hand the great
      <lb/> Red Dragon with seven heads and ten horns; he has <lb/> salary-book of accusations lying
      on the rock open <lb/> before him; he is bound in chains by two strong demons; <lb/> they are
      Gog and Magog, who have been compelled to <lb/> subdue their master (<xref doc="a." link="dead">
                     <title level="wrk">Ezekiel</title> XXXVIII C. 8V</xref>.)
      with their <lb/> hammer and tongs about to new-create the seven-headed <lb/> kingdoms. The
      graves beneath are opened and the dead <lb/> awake and obey the call of the trumpet; those on
      the <lb/> right hand awake in joy, those on the left in horror. <lb/> Beneath the Dragon's
      cavern a skeleton begins to ani-<lb/> mate, starting into life at the trumpet's sound, while
      <lb/> the wicked contend with each other on the brink of <lb/> perdition. On the right, a
      youthful couple are awaked <lb/> by their children; an aged patriarch is awaked by his <lb/>
      aged wife; he is Albion, our ancestor, patriarch of the <lb/> Atlantic Continent, whose
      history preceded that of the <lb/> Hebrews, and in whose sleep or chaos creation began; <lb/>
      the good woman is Brittannica, the wife of Albion; Jeru-<lb/> salem is their daughter. Little
      infants creep out of the <lb/> flowery mould into the green fields of the blessed, who <lb/>
      in various joyful companies embrace and ascend to <lb/>
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      meet eternity.</p>
               <p n="13">The persons who ascend to meet the lord coming in <lb/> the clouds with power and
      great glory are representations <lb/> of those states described in the Bible under the names
      <lb/> of the fathers before and after the flood. Noah is seen <lb/> in the midst of these
      canopied by a rainbow. On his <lb/> right hand Shem and on his left Japhet: these three <lb/>
      persons represent Poetry, Painting, and Music, the <lb/> three powers in man of conversing
      with paradise <lb/> which the flood did not sweep away. Above Noah is <lb/> the Church
      universal represented by a woman surrounded <lb/> by infants. There is such a state in
      eternity: it is <lb/> composed of the innocent civilized heathen and the <lb/> uncivilized
      savage, who, having not the law, do by <lb/> nature the things contained in the law. This
      state <lb/> appears like a female crowned with stars driven <lb/> into the wilderness; she has
      the moon under her feet.<lb/> The aged figure with wings having a writing-tablet and <lb/>
      taking account of the numbers who arise is that Angel <lb/> of the Divine Presence mentiond in
      Exodus XIV C. 19v; <lb/> and in other places this Angel is frequently called by <lb/> the name
      of Jehovah Shekinah[?], the I am of the oaks of <lb/>
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      Albion.</p>
               <p n="14">Around Noah and beneath him are various figures <lb/> risen into the air. Among these
      are three females repre-<lb/> senting those who are not of the dead, but of those found <lb/>
      alive at the Last Judgement; they appear to be innocently <lb/> gay and thoughtless, not being
      among the condemnd, <lb/> because ignorant of crime in the midst of a corrupted age; <lb/>
      (the Virgin Mary was of this class): a mother meets her <lb/> numerous family in the arms of
      their father, these are <lb/> representations of the Greek learned and wise, as also <lb/> of
      those of other nations, such as Egypt and Babylon, <lb/> in which were multitudes who shall
      meet the Lord <lb/> coming in the clouds.</p>
               <p n="15">The children of Abraham or Hebrew Church are re-<lb/> presented as a stream of
      figures in which are seen stars <lb/> somewhat like the milky way; they ascend from the <lb/>
      earth, where figures kneel embracing above the graves,<lb/> and represent religion or
      civilized life, such as it is <lb/> in the Christian Church who are the offspring of the <lb/>
      Hebrew. Just above the graves and above the spot where <lb/> the infants creep out of the
      grave, stand &#8212;a man <lb/> and woman&#8212;; these are the primitive
      Christians. The <lb/>
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      two figures in purifying flames by the side of the
      Dragon's <lb/> cavern represents the latter state of the Church, when <lb/> on the verge of
      perdition yet protected by a flaming <lb/> sword. Multitudes are seen ascending from the green
      <lb/> fields of the blessed, in which a Gothic Church is re-<lb/> presentative of true art,
      called Gothic in all ages by those <lb/> who follow the fashion, as that is called which is
      <lb/> without shape or fashion. By the right hand of Noah, a <lb/> woman with children
      represents the state calld Laban <lb/> the Syrian; it is the remains of civilisation in the
      <lb/> state from whence Adam was taken. Also on the <lb/> right hand of Noah a female descends
      to meet her <lb/> lover or husband, representative of that love called <lb/> friendship which
      looks for no other heaven than <lb/> their beloved and in him sees all reflected as in a <lb/>
      glass of eternal diamond.</p>
               <p n="16">On the right hand of these rise the diffident and <lb/> humble, and on their left a
      solitary woman with <lb/> her infant; these are caught up by three aged men <lb/> who appear
      as suddenly emerging from the blue sky <lb/> for their help; these three aged men represent
      divine <lb/> providence as opposd to and distinct from divine <lb/>
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      vengeance, represented by three aged men on the side
      of <lb/> the picture among the wicked with scourges of fire.</p>
               <p n="17">If the spectator could enter into these images in his <lb/> imagination, approaching
      them on the fiery chariot of <lb/> his contemplative thought, if he could enter into Noah's
      <lb/> rainbow, could make a friend and companion of one <lb/> of these images of wonder which
      always intreats him <lb/> to leave mortal things, (as he must know),&#8212;then <lb/>
      would he arise from the grave, then would he meet <lb/> the Lord in the air, and then he would
      be happy. General <lb/> knowledge is remote knowledge: it is in particulars <lb/> that wisdom
      consists and happiness too. Both in art <lb/> and in life general masses are as much art as a
      <lb/> pasteboard man is human. Every man has eyes, <lb/> nose, and mouth; this every idiot
      knows; but he <lb/> who enters into and discriminates most minutely <lb/> the manners and
      intentions, the characters in all <lb/> their branches, is the alone wise or sensible man,
      <lb/> and on this discrimination all art is founded. I <lb/> intreat then that the spectator
      will attend to the <lb/> hands and feet, to the lineaments of the counte-<lb/> nances; they
      are all descriptive of character, and <lb/>
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      not a line is drawn without intention. And that most
      <lb/> discriminate and particular. As poetry admits not <lb/> a letter that is insignificant,
      so painting admits <lb/> not a grain of sand or a blade of grass insignificant, <lb/>
      &#8212;much less an insignificant blur or mark.</p>
               <p n="18">Above the head of Noah is Seth. This state called <lb/> Seth is male and female in a
      higher state of hap-<lb/> piness and wisdom than Noah, being nearer the <lb/> state of
      innocence. Beneath the feet of Death two <lb/> figures represent the two seasons of Spring and
      <lb/> Autumn, while beneath the feet of Noah four seasons <lb/> represent the changed state
      made by the flood.</p>
               <p n="19">By the side of Seth is Elijah; he comprehends all <lb/> the prophetic characters. He
      is seen on his fiery <lb/> chariot, bowing before the throne of the Saviour. In <lb/> like
      manner the figures of Seth and his wife comprehend <lb/> the Fathers before the flood and
      their generations; when <lb/> seen remote, they appear as one man. A little below <lb/> Seth
      on his right are two figures, a male and a <lb/> female, with numerous children. These
      represent <lb/> those who were not in the line of the Church, and <lb/> yet were saved from
      among the antediluvians who <lb/>
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      perished. Between Seth and these a female figure
      repre-<lb/> sents the solitary state of those who previous to the flood <lb/> walked with God.</p>
               <p n="20">All these arise toward the opening cloud before the <lb/> throne, led onward by
      triumphant groups of infants. <lb/> Between Seth and Elijah three female figures crowned <lb/>
      with garlands represent Learning and Science which <lb/> accompanied Adam out of Eden.</p>
               <p n="21">The cloud that opens rolling apart before the throne <lb/> and before the new heaven
      and the new earth, is composed <lb/> of various groups of figures, particularly the four
      living <lb/> creatures mentioned in Revelations as surrounding the <lb/> throne. These I
      suppose to have the chief agency in <lb/> removing the old heavens and the old earth to make
      way <lb/> for the new heaven and the new earth to descend from <lb/> the throne of God and of
      the Lamb. That living creature <lb/> on the left of the throne gives to the seven Angels the
      <lb/> seven phials of the wrath of God with which they, hovering <lb/> over the deeps beneath,
      pour out upon the wicked their <lb/> plagues. The other living creatures are descending with
      <lb/> a shout and with the sound of the trumpet, and di-<lb/> recting the combats in the upper
      elements. In the two <lb/>
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      corners of the picture, on the left hand Apollyon is
      foiled <lb/> before the sword of Michael, and, on the right the two <lb/> witnesses are
      subduing their enemies.</p>
               <p n="22">On the cloud are opend the books of remembrance <lb/> of life and of death; before
      that of life on the right <lb/> some figures bow in lamentation: before that of death <lb/> on
      the left the Pharisees are pleading their own righte-<lb/> ousness: the one shines with beams
      of light, the other <lb/> utters lightnings and tempests.</p>
               <p n="23">A last judgement is necessary because fools flourish. <lb/> Nations flourish under
      wise rulers and are depressd <lb/> under foolish rulers: it is the same with individuals <lb/>
      of nations. Works of art can only be produced in <lb/> perfection where the man is either in
      affluence or is <lb/> above the care of it. Poverty is the fool's rod which at <lb/> last is
      turned on his own back. That is a last judge-<lb/> ment when men of real art govern and
      pretenders <lb/> fall. Some people and not a few artists have as-<lb/> serted that the painter
      of this picture would not have <lb/> done so well if he had been properly encouraged. Let
      <lb/> those who think so reflect on the state of nations <lb/> under poverty and their
      incapability of art. Though <lb/>
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      art is above either, the argument is better for
      affluence than <lb/> poverty, and, though he would not have been a greater <lb/> artist, yet
      he would have produced greater works of art <lb/> in proportion to his means. A last judgement
      is not <lb/> for the purpose of making bad men better, but for the <lb/> purpose of hindering
      them from opressing the good with <lb/> poverty and pain by means of such vile arguments and
      <lb/> insinuations.</p>
               <p n="24">Around the throne heaven is opened and the nature <lb/> of eternal things displayed,
      all springing from the divine <lb/> humanity. All beams from him: he is the bread and <lb/>
      the wine; he is the water of life. Accordingly on each <lb/> side of the opening heaven
      appears an Apostle: that on <lb/> the right represents Baptism; that on the left represents
      <lb/> the Lord's Supper. All life consists of these two:&#8212;throwing <lb/> off error
      and knaves from our company continually; <lb/> and recieving truth or wise men into our
      company con-<lb/> tinually. He who is out of the Church and opposes it is <lb/> no less an
      agent of religion than he who is in it: to be <lb/> an error and to be cast out is a part of
      God's design. No <lb/> man can embrace true art till he has explored and cast <lb/> out false
      art (such is the nature of mortal things): or <lb/>
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      he will be himself cast out by those who have
      al-<lb/> ready embraced true art. Thus my picture is a history <lb/> of art and science, the
      foundation of truth, which is <lb/> humanity itself. What are all the gifts of the spirit but
      <lb/> mental gifts? Whenever any individual rejects error <lb/> and embraces truth, a last
      judgement passes upon <lb/> that individual.</p>
               <p n="25">Over the head of the Saviour and Redeemer the Holy <lb/> Spirit like a dove is
      surrounded by a blue heaven in <lb/> which are the two cherubim that bowed over the ark; <lb/>
      for here the temple is opened in heaven and the ark <lb/> of the covenant is as a dove of
      peace. The curtains are <lb/> drawn apart, Christ having rent the veil: the candle-<lb/> stick
      and the table of shew-bread appear on each side: <lb/> a glorification of angels with harps
      surrounds the dove.</p>
               <p n="26">The temple stands on the mount of God: from it <lb/> flows on each side a river of
      life, on whose banks <lb/> grows the tree of life, among whose branches temples <lb/> and
      pinnacles, tents and pavilions, gardens and groves <lb/> display paradise with its inhabitants
      walking up and <lb/> down in conversations concerning mental delights. <lb/> Here they are no
      longer talking of what is good and <lb/>
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      evil, or of what is right or wrong, and puzzling
      themselves <lb/> in Satan's labyrinth, but are conversing with eternal <lb/> realities as they
      exist in the human imagination. We are <lb/> in a world of generation and death, and this
      world we <lb/> must cast off if we would be painters such as Rafael, Mi<lb/> chael Angelo, and
      the ancient sculptors: if we do not cast <lb/> off this world, we shall be only Venetian
      painters who <lb/> will be cast off and lost from art.</p>
               <p n="27">Jesus is surrounded by beams of glory in which <lb/> are seen all around him infants
      emanating from him: <lb/> these represent the eternal births of intellect from the <lb/>
      divine humanity. A rainbow surrounds the throne and <lb/> the glory, in which youthful
      nuptials recieve the infants <lb/> in their hands. In eternity woman is the emanation of <lb/>
      man; she has no will of her own; there is no such thing <lb/> in eternity as a female will.</p>
               <p n="28">On the side next Baptism are seen those called in the <lb/> Bible Nursing Fathers and
      Nursing Mothers; they represent <lb/> Education. On the side next the Lord's Supper, the Holy
      <lb/> Family, consisting of Mary, Joseph, John the Baptist, Za-<lb/> charias, and Elizabeth
      receiving the bread and wine, <lb/> among other spirits of just made perfect. Beneath these <lb/>
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      a cloud of women and children are taken up, fleeing
      <lb/> from the rolling cloud which separates the wicked from <lb/> the seats of bliss: these
      represent those who tho' willing <lb/> were too weak to reject error without the assistance
      <lb/> and countenance of those already in the truth: for a <lb/> man can only reject error by
      the advice of a friend <lb/> or by the immediate inspiration of God. It is for this <lb/>
      reason, among many others, that I have put the Lord's <lb/> Supper on the left hand of the
      throne, for it appears <lb/> so at the last judgement, for a protection.</p>
               <p n="29">The painter hopes that his friends, Anytus Melitus, <lb/> and Lycon, will percieve
      that they are not now in <lb/> ancient Greece; and, tho' they can use the poison of <lb/>
      calumny, the English public will be convinced that <lb/> such a picture as this could never be
      painted by a <lb/> madman or by one in a state of outrageous manners, <lb/> as these bad men
      both print and publish by all the <lb/> means in their power. The painter begs public
      pro-<lb/> tection and all will be well.</p>
               <p n="30">Men are admitted into heaven,&#8212;not because they have <lb/> curbed and
      governed their passions, but because they <lb/> have cultivated their understandings. The
      treasures of <lb/>
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      heaven are not negations of passion, but realities
      of <lb/> intellect from which all the passions emanate uncurbed <lb/> in their eternal glory.
      The fool shall not enter into <lb/> heaven, let him be ever so holy; holiness is not the price
      <lb/> of entrance into heaven. Those who are cast out are all <lb/> those who, having no
      passions of their own because no <lb/> intellect, have spent their lives in curbing and
      governing <lb/> other people's by the various arts of poverty and cruelty <lb/> of all kinds.
      The modern Church crucifies Christ with <lb/> the head downwards. Woe, woe, woe to you,
      hypocrites! <lb/> Even murder the courts of justice (more merciful than <lb/> the Church) are
      whispered to allow is not done in <lb/> passion, but in cool-blooded design and intention.</p>
               <p n="31">Many suppose that before the creation all was <lb/> solitude and chaos: this is the
      most pernicious idea <lb/> that can enter the mind, as it takes away all <lb/> sublimity from
      the Bible and limits all existence to <lb/> creation and to chaos, to the time and space fixed
      <lb/> by the corporeal vegetative eye, and leaves the man <lb/> who entertains such an idea
      the habitation of <lb/> unbelieving demons. Eternity exists and all <lb/> things in eternity,
      independent of creation which <lb/>
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      was an act of mercy. I have represented those who
      <lb/> are in eternity by some in a cloud within the <lb/> rainbow that surrounds the throne;
      they merely <lb/> appear as in a cloud when any thing of creation, <lb/> redemption, or
      judgement, is the subjects of contem-<lb/> plation, tho' their whole contemplation is
      concerning <lb/> these things; the reason they so appear is the hu-<lb/> miliation of the
      reasoning and doubting selfhood <lb/> and the giving all up to inspiration. By this it <lb/>
      will be seen that I do not consider either the <lb/> just or the wicked to be in a supreme
      state, but <lb/> to be, every one of them, states of the sleep which <lb/> the soul may fall
      into in its deadly dreams of <lb/> good and evil, when it leaves Paradise following <lb/> the
      serpent.</p>
               <p n="32">Many persons such as Paine and Voltaire, <lb/> with some of the ancient Greeks, say:
      &#8220;We will <lb/> not converse concerning good and evil; we will <lb/> live in
      Paradise and liberty.&#8221; You may say so <lb/> in spirit, but not in the mortal body,
      as you <lb/> pretend, till after a last judgement; for in Para-<lb/> dise they have no
      corporeal and mortal body; that <lb/>
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      originated with the fall and was called death, <lb/>
      and cannot be removed but by a last judgement. <lb/> While we are in the world of mortality,
      we must <lb/> suffer; the whole creation groans to be delivered. <lb/> There will always be as
      many hypocrites born as <lb/> honest men, and they will always have superior <lb/> power in
      mortal things. You cannot have liberty <lb/> in this world without what you call moral <lb/>
      virtue, and you cannot have moral virtue with-<lb/> out the slavery of that half of the human
      race <lb/> who hate what you call moral virtue.</p>
               <p n="33">The nature of hatred and envy and of all the <lb/> mischiefs in the world are here
      depicted. No one <lb/> envies or hates one of his own party; even the <lb/> devils love one
      another in their own way; they <lb/> torment one another for other reasons than hate <lb/> or
      envy; these are only employed against the <lb/> just. Neither can Seth envy Noah, or Elijah
      envy <lb/> Abraham, but they may both of them envy the <lb/> success of Satan or of Og or
      Molech. The horse <lb/> never envies the peacock, nor the sheep the goat; <lb/> but they envy
      a rival in life and existence <lb/>
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      whose ways and means exceed their own. Let him <lb/>
      be of what class of animals he will, a dog will <lb/> envy a cat who is pamperd at the expense
      of <lb/> his comfort, as I have often seen. The Bible <lb/> never tells us that Devils torment
      one another <lb/> thro' envy; it is thro' this that they torment the <lb/> just. But for what
      do they torment one another? <lb/> Ianswer,&#8212;For the coercive laws of hell, moral
      <lb/> hypocrisy. They torment a hypocrite when he is <lb/> discovered: they punish a failure
      in the tormentor <lb/> who has suffered the subject of his torture to <lb/> escape. In hell
      all is self-righteousness; there <lb/> is no such thing there as forgiveness of sin; <lb/> he
      who does forgive sin is crucified as an <lb/> abettor of criminals, and he who performs works
      <lb/> of mercy in any shape whatever is punished, and, <lb/> if possible,
      destroyed,&#8212;not thro' envy or hatred or <lb/> malice, but thro' self-righteousness
      that thinks <lb/> it does God service&#8212;which God is Satan. They do <lb/> not envy
      one another,&#8212;they contemn or despise <lb/> one another. Forgiveness of sin is only
      at the judge-<lb/> ment-seat of Jesus the Saviour, where the accuser <lb/>
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      is cast out, not because he sins, but because he
      <lb/> torments the just and makes them do what he con-<lb/> demns as sin and what he knows is
      opposite to <lb/> their own identity.</p>
               <p n="34">It is not because angels are holier than men <lb/> or devils that makes them angels,
      but because <lb/> they do not expect holiness from one another, but <lb/> from God only.</p>
               <p n="35">The player is a liar when he says: &#8220;Angels <lb/> are happier than men
      because they are better.&#8221; Angels <lb/> are happier than men and devils because they
      <lb/> are not always prying after good and evil in one <lb/> another and eating the tree of
      knowledge for <lb/> Satan's gratification.</p>
               <p n="36">The last judgement is an overwhelming of bad <lb/> art and science. Mental Things are
      alone real; <lb/> what is called corporeal nobody knows of; its <lb/> dwelling-place is a
      fallacy and its existence an <lb/> imposture. Where is the existence out of mind or <lb/>
      thought? where is it but in the mind of a fool? <lb/> Some people flatter themselves that
      there will be <lb/> no last judgement, and that bad art will be <lb/>
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      adopted and mixed with good art, that error or <lb/>
      experiment will make a part of truth, and they <lb/> boast that it is its foundation. These
      people flatter <lb/> themselves; I will not flatter them. Error is created; <lb/> truth is
      eternal: error or creation will be burned <lb/> up, and then, and not till then truth or
      eternity <lb/> will appear. It is burned up the moment men <lb/> cease to behold the outward
      creation, and that to me <lb/> it is hindrance and not action; it is, as the <lb/> dirt upon
      my feet, no part of me.&#8212;&#8220;What!&#8221; it <lb/> will be questioned;
      &#8220;when the sun rises do you <lb/> not see a round disk of fire somewhat like a <lb/>
      guinea? &#8220; Oh no! no! I see an innumerable com-<lb/> pany of the heavenly host
      crying: &#8220;Holy, holy, holy <lb/> is the Lord God Almighty!&#8221; I question
      not my cor-<lb/> poreal or vegetative eye any more than I would <lb/> question a window
       <del>containing</del>
                  <add>concerning</add> a sight: I look <lb/> thro' it, and not with it.</p>
               <p n="37">The last judgement [will be] when all those are <lb/> cast away who trouble religion
      with questioning <lb/> concerning good and evil, or eating of the tree of <lb/>
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      those knowledges or reasonings which hinder the
      <lb/> vision of God turning all into a consuming fire, <lb/> when imagination, art and
      science, and all intel-<lb/> lectual gifts, all the gifts of the Holy Ghost, are <lb/> looked
      upon as of no use, and only contention re-<lb/> mains to man; then the last judgement begins,
      <lb/> and its vision is seen by the eye of every one <lb/> according to the situation he
      holds.</p>
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