<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Book the Second</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring.<br>The Lark sitting upon his earthly bed, just as the morn<br>Apears, listens silent; then springing from the waving Corn-field loud<br>He leads the Choir of Day! trill, thrill, thrill, trill,<br>Mounting upon the wings of light into the great Expanse,<br>Reechoing against the lovely blue & shining heavenly Shell.<br>His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather<br>On throat & breast & wings vibrates with the effluence Divine.<br>All Nature listens silent to him, & the awful Sun<br>Stands still upon the Mountain looking on this little Bird<br>With eyes of soft humility & wonder, love & awe.<br>Then loud from their green covert all the Birds begin their Song:<br>The Thrush, the Linnet & the Goldfinch, Robin & the Wren<br>Awake the Sun from his sweet reverie upon the Mountain;<br>The Nightingale again assays his song, & thro’ the day<br>And thro’ the night warbles luxuriant, every Bird of Song<br>Attending his loud harmony with admiration & love.<br>This is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah over Ololon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou perceivest the Flowers put forth their precious Odours,<br>And none can tell how form so small a center comes such sweets,<br>Forgetting that within that Center Eternity expends<br>Its ever during doors that Og & Anak fiercely guard.<br>First, e’er the morning breaks, joy opens in the flowery bosoms,<br>Joy even to tears, which the<br>Sun rising dries; first the Wild Thyme<br>And Meadow-sweet, downy & soft, waving among the reeds,<br>Light springing on the air, lead the sweet Dance: they wake<br>The Honeysuckle sleeping on the Oak; the flaunting beauty<br>Revels along upon the wind; the White-thorn, lovely May,<br>Opens her many lovely eyes; listening the Rose still sleeps –<br>None dare to wake her; soon she bursts her crimson curtain’d bed<br>And comes forth in the majesty of beauty; every Flower,<br>The Pink, the Jessamine, the Wall-flower, the Carnation,<br>The Jonquil, the mild Lilly opes her heavens; every Tree<br>And Flower & Herb soon fill the air with an innumberable Dance,<br>Yet all in order sweet & lovely. Men are sick with Love.<br>Such is a Vision of the Lamentation of Beulah over Ololon.<br>And Milton oft sat upon the Couch of Death, & oft conversed<br>In vision & dream beatific with the Seven Angels of the Presence:<br>‘I have turned my back upon these Heavens builded on cruelty.<br>My Spectre still wandering thro’ them follows my Emanation;<br>He hunts her footsteps thro’ the snow & the wintry hail & rain.<br>The idiot Reasoner laughs at the Man of Imagination,<br>And from laughter proceeds o murder by undervaluing calumny.’<br>Then Hillel, who is Lucifer, replied over the Couch of Death,<br>And thus the Seven angels instructed him, & thus they converse:<br>‘We are not Individuals but States, Combinations of Individuals.<br>We were Angels of the Divine Presence, & were Druids in Annandale,<br>Compell’d to combine into Form by Satan, the Spectre of Albion,<br>Who make himself a God & destroyed the Human Form Divine.<br>But the divine Humanity & Mercy gave us a Human Form<br>Because we were combin’d in Freedom & holy Brotherhood;<br>Whild those combin’d by Satan’s Tyranny, first in the blood of War<br>And Sacrifice & next in Chains of imprisonment, are Shapeless Rocks<br>Retaining only Satan’s Mathematic holiness, Length, Bredth & Highth,<br>Calling the Human Imagination, which is the Divine Vision & Fruition<br>In which Man liveth eternally, madness & blasphemy, against<br>Its own Qualities, which are Servants of Humanity, not Gods or Lords.<br>Distinguish therefore States from Individuals in those States.<br>States change, but Individual Identities never change nor cease.<br>You cannot go to Eternal Death in that which can never Die.<br>Satan & Adam are States Created in Twenty-seven Churches,<br>And thou, O Milton, are a State about to be Created<br>Called Eternal Annihilation, that none but the Living shall<br>Dare to enter; & they shall enter triumphant over Death<br>And Hell & the Grave: States that are not, but ah! Seem to be.<br>‘Judge then of thy Own Self: thy Eternal Lineaments explore,<br>What is Eternal & what Changeable, & what Annihilable?<br>The Imagination is not a State: it is the Human Existence itself.<br>Affection of Love becomes a State when divided from Imagination.<br>The Memory is a State always, & the Reason is a State<br>Created to be Annihilated & a new Ratio Created.<br>Whatever can be Created can be Annihilated. Forms cannot.<br>The Oak is cut down by the Ax, the Lamb falls by the Knife;<br>But their Forms Eternal Exist For-ever. Amen. Hallelujah!’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus they converse with the Dead, watching round the Couch of Death.<br>For God himself enters Death’s door always with those that enter,<br>And lays down in the grave with them, in Vision of Eternity,<br>Till they awake & see Jesus, & the Linen Clothes lying<br>That the Females had Woven for them, & the Gates of their Father’s House.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find,<br>Nor can his Watch Fiends find it; but the Industrious find<br>This Moment & it multiply; & when it once is found<br>It renovates every Moment of the Day if rightly placed.<br>In this Moment Ololon descended to Los & Enitharmon,<br>Unseen beyond the Mundane Shell, Southward in Milton’s track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just in this Moment when the morning odours rise abroads,<br>And first from the Wild thyme, stands a Fountain in a rock<br>Of crystal flowing into two Streams: one flow thro’ Golgonooza<br>And thro’ Beulah to Eden, beneath Los’s western wall;<br>The other flows thro’ the Aerial Void & all the Churches,<br>Meeting again in Golgonooze beyond Satan’s Seat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wild thyme is Los’s Messenger to Eden, a mighty Demon,<br>Terrible, deadly & poisonous his presence in Ulro dark;<br>Therefore the appears only a small Root creeping in grass,<br>Covering over the Rock of Odours his bright purple mantle<br>Beside the Fount, above the Lark’s Nest in Golgonooza.<br>Luvah slept here in death, & here is Luvah’s empty Tomb.<br>Ololon sat beside this Fountain on the Rock of Odours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just at the place to where the Lark mounts is a Crystal Gate:<br>It is the entrance of the First Heaven, named Luther; for<br>The Lark is Los’s Messenger thro’ the Twenty-seven Churches,<br>That the Seven Eyes of god, who walk even to Satan’s Seat<br>Thro’ all the Twenty-seven Heavens, may not slumber nor sleep.<br>But the Lark’s Nest is at the gate of Los, at the eastern<br>Gate of wide Golgonooza, & the Lark is Los’s Messenger.<br>When on the highest lift of his light pinions he arrives<br>At that bright Gate, another Lark meets him, & back to back<br>They touch their pinions, tip tip, and each descend<br>To their respective Earths, & there all night consult with Angels<br>Of Providence & with the eyes of God all night in slumbers<br>Inspired, & at the dawn of day send out another Lark<br>Into another Heaven to carry news upon his wings.<br>Thus are the Messengers dispatch’d till they reach the Earth again<br>In the East Gate of Golgonooza; & the twenty-eighth bright<br>Lark met the Female Ololon descending my Garden.<br>Thus it appears to Mortal eyes & those of the Ulro Heavens,<br>But not thus to Immortals; the Lark is a mighty Angel.<br>For Ololon step’d into the Polypus within the Mundane Shell –<br>They could not step into Vegetable Worlds without becoming<br>The enemies of Humanity, except in a Female Form –<br>And as One Female Ololon and all its mighty Hosts<br>Appear’d, a Virgin of twelve years. Nor time nor space was<br>To the perception of the Virgin Ololon; but as the<br>Flash of lightning, but more quick, the virgin in my Garden<br>Before my Cottage stood; for the Satanic space is delusion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when Los join’d with me he took me in his fi’ry<br>Whirlwind.<br>My Vegetated portion was hurried from Lambeth’s shades;<br>He set me down in Pelpham’s Vale & prepar’d a beautiful<br>Cottage for me, that in three years I might write all these Visions<br>To display Nature’s cruel holiness, the deceits of Natural Religion.<br>Walking in my Cottage Garden sudden I beheld<br>The Virgin Ololon & address’d her as a Daughter of Beulah:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Virgin of Providence fear not to enter into my Cottage.<br>What is thy message to thy friend? What am I now to do?<br>Is it again to plunge into deeper affliction? Behold me<br>Ready to obey, but pity thou my Shadow of Delight.<br>Enter my Cottage, comfort her, for she is sick with fatigue.’<br>The Virgin answer’d: ‘Knowest thou of Milton who descended<br>Driven form Eternity? Him I seek! terrified at my Act<br>In Great Eternity which thou knowest, I come him to seek.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Ololon utter’d in words distinct the anxious thought:<br>Mild was the voice, but more distinct than any earthly.<br>That Milton’s Shadow heard; & condensing all his Fibres<br>Into a strength impregnable of majesty & beauty infinite,<br>I saw he was the Covering Cherub, & within him Satan<br>And Rahab, in an outside which is fallacious, within<br>Beyond the outline of Identity, in the Selfhood deadly.<br>And he appear’d the Wicker Man of Scandinavia, in whom<br>Jerusalem’s children consume in flames among the Stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Descending down into my Garden, a Human Wonder of God<br>Reaching form heaven to earth, a Cloud & Human Form,<br>I beheld Milton with astonishment, & in him beheld<br>The Monstrous Churches of Beulah, the Gods of Ulro dark<br>Twelve monstrous dishumaniz’d terrors, Synagogues of Satan,<br>A Double Twelve & Thrice Nine: such their divisions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Milton, collecting all his fibres into impregnable strength,<br>Descended down a Paved work of all kinds of precious stones<br>Out from the eastern sky; descending down into my Cottage<br>Garden, clothed in black, severe & silent he descended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spectre of Satan stood upon the roaring sea & beheld<br>Milton within his sleeping Humanity; trembling & shudd’ring<br>He stood upon the waves, a Twenty-seven-fold mighty Demon,<br>Gorgeous & beautiful; loud roll his thunders against Milton.<br>Loud Satan thunder’d, loud & dark upon mild Felpham shore;<br>Not daring to touch one fibre he howl’d round upon the Sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons:<br>A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands;<br>Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible;<br>Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains<br>Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works;<br>Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations<br>Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins,<br>Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes,<br>In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place;<br>From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight;<br>Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales,<br>And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war;<br>Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Eastern porch of Satan’s Universe Milton stood & said:<br>‘Satan! my Spectre! I know my power thee to annihilate<br>And be a greater in thy place, & be thy Tabernacle,<br>A covering for thee to do thy will, till one greater comes<br>And smites me as I Smote thee & becomes my covering.<br>Such are the laws of thy false Heav’ns; but Laws of eternity<br>Are not such. Know thou, I come to Self Annihilation.<br>Such are the Laws of Eternity, that each shall mutully<br>Annighilate himself for other’s good, as I for thee.<br>Thy purpose & the purpose of thy Priests & of thy Churches<br>Is to impress on men the fear of death, to teach<br>Trembling & fear, terror, constriction, abject selfishness.<br>Mine is to teach Men to despise death & to go on<br>In fearless majesty annihilating Self, laughing to scorn<br>Thy Laws & terrors, shaking down thy Synagogues as webs.<br>I come to discover before Heav’n & Hell the Self righteousness<br>In all it Hypocritic turpitude, opening to every eye<br>These wonders of Satan’s holiness, shewing to the Earth<br>The Idol Virtues of the Natural Hearth, & Satan’s Seat<br>Explore in all its Selfish Natural Virtue, & put off<br>In Self annihilation all that is not of God alone,<br>To put off Self & all I have, ever & ever. Amen.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Satan heard, Coming in a cloud with trumpets & flaming fire,<br>Saying: ‘I am God the judge of all, the living & the dead.<br>Fall therefore down& worship me; submit thy supreme<br>Dictate to my eternal Will, & to my dictate bow.<br>I hold the Balances of Right & just, & mine the Sword.<br>Seven Angels bear my Name & in those Seven I appear;<br>But I alone am God, & I alone in Heav’n & Earth<br>Of all that live dare utter this; others tremble & bow,<br>Till All Things become One Great Satan, in Holiness<br>Oppos’d to Mercy, and the Divines Delusion, Jesus, be no more.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly around Milton on my Path the Starry Seven<br>Burn’d terrible! My Path became a solid fire, as bright<br>As the clear Sun, & Milton silent came down on my Path.<br>And there went forth from the Starry limbs of the Seven, Forms<br>Human, with Trumpets innumerable, sounding articulate<br>As the Seven spake; and they stood in a mighty Column of Fire<br>Surrounding Felpham’s Vale, reaching to the Mundane Shell, Saying:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Awake, Albion awake! reclaim thy Reasoning Spectre. Subdue<br>Him to the Divine Mercy; Cast him down into the Lake<br>Of Los that ever burneth with fire, ever & ever, Amen!<br>Let the Four Zoas awake form Slumbers of Six Thousand Years.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then loud the Furnaces of Los were heard, & seen as Seven Heavens<br>Stretching from south to north over the mountains of Albion.<br>Satan heard’ trembling round his Body, he incircled it;<br>He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment,<br>Howling in his Spectre round his Body, hung’ring to devour<br>But fearing for the pain; for if he touches a Vital<br>His torment is unendurable. Therefore he cannot devour,<br>But howls round it as a lion round his prey continually.<br>Loud Satan thunder’d, loud& dark upon mild Felpham’s Shore,<br>Coming in a Cloud with Trumpets & with Fiery Flame,<br>An awful Form eastward, form midst of a bright Pavedwork<br>Of Precious stones by Cherubim surrounded, so permitted<br>(Lest he should fall apart in his Eternal Death) to imitate<br>The Eternal Great Humanity Divine surrounded by<br>His Cherubim & Seraphim in ever happy Eternity.<br>Beneath sat Chaos: sin on his right hand, Death on his left;<br>And Ancient Night spread over all the heav’n his Mantle of Laws.<br>He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Albion rose up in the Night of Beulah on his Couch<br>Of dread repose seen by the visionary eye; his face is toward<br>The east, toward Jerusalem’s Gates; groaning he sat above<br>His rocks. London & Bath & Legions & Edinburgh<br>Are the four pillars of his Throne; his left foot near London<br>Covers the shades of Tyburn; his instep from Windsor<br>To Primrose Hill stretching to Highgate & Holloway;<br>London is between his knees, its basements fourfold;<br>His right foot stretches to the sea on Dover cliffs, his heel<br>On Canterbury’s ruins; his right hand covers lofty Wales,<br>His left Scotland; his bosom girt with gold involves<br>York, Edinburgh, Durham & Carlisle, & on the front<br>Bath, Oxford, Cambridge, Norwich; his right elbow<br>Leans on the Rocks of Erin’s Land, Ireland, ancient nation;<br>His head bends over London. He sees his embodied Spectre<br>Trembling before him with exceeding great trembling & fear.<br>He views Jerusalem & Babylon, his tears flow down.<br>He mov’d his right foot to Cornwall, his left to the rocks of Bognor;<br>He strove to rise to walk into the Deep, but strength failing<br>Forbad; & down with dreadful groans he sunk upon his Couch<br>In moony Beulah. Los, his strong Guard, walks round beneath the Moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Urizen faints in terror, striving among the Brooks of Arnon<br>With Milton’s Spirit. As the Plowman of Artificer of Shepherd<br>While in the labours of his Calling sends his thought abroad<br>To labour in the ocean or in the starry heaven, So Milton<br>Labour’d in Chasms of the Mundane Shell, tho’ here before<br>My Cottage midst the Starry Seven, where the Virgin Ololon<br>Stood rembling in the Porch. Loud Satan thunder’d on the stormy Sea,<br>Circling Albion’s Cliffs in which the Four-fold World resides,<br>Tho’s seen in fallacy outside, a fallacy of Satan’s Churches.<br>Before Ololon Milton stood & perceiv’d the Eternal Form<br>Of that mild Vision; wondrous were their acts by me unknown<br>Except remotely; and I heard Ololon say to Milton:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I see thee strive upon the Brooks of Arnon. There a dread<br>And awful Man I see, o’vercover’d with the mantle of years.<br>I behold Los & Urizen, I behold Orc & Tharmas,<br>The Four Zoas of Albion, & thy Spirit with them striving,<br>In Self annihilation giving thy life to thy enemies.<br>Are those who contemn Religion & seek to annihilate it<br>Become in their Feminine portions the causes & promoters<br>Of these Religions? How is this thing, this Newtonian Phantasm,<br>This Voltaire & Rousseau, this Hume & Gibbon & Bolingbroke,<br>This Natural Religion, this impossibleabsurdity?<br>Is Ololon the cause of this? O where shall I hide my face?<br>These tears fall for the little ones, the Children of Jerusalem,<br>Lest they be annihilated in thy annihilation.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sooner she had spoke but Rahab Babylon appear’d<br>Eastward upon the Paved work across Europe & Asia,<br>Glorious as the midday Sun, in Satan’s bosom glowing,<br>A Female hidden in a Male, Religion hidden in War,<br>Nam’d Moral Virtue, cruel two-fold Monster shining bright,<br>A Dragon red & hidden Harlot which John in Patmos saw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all beneath the Nations innumberable of Ulro<br>Apear’d: the Seven Kingdoms of Canaan & Five Baalim<br>Of Philistea into Twelve divided, call’d after the Names<br>Of Israel, as they are in Eden – Mountain, River & Plain,<br>City & sandy Desart intermingled beyond mortal ken.<br>But turning toward Ololon in terrible majesty, Milton<br>Replied: ‘Obey thou the Words of the Inspired Man.<br>All that can be annihilated must be annihilated<br>That the Children of Jerusalem may be saved form slavery.<br>There is a Negation, & there is a Contrary;<br>The Negation must be destroy’d to redeem the Contraries.<br>The Negation is the Spectre, the reasoning Power in Man.<br>This is a false body, an Incrustation over my Immortal<br>Spirit, a Selfhood which must be put off & annihilated always.<br>To cleanse the face of my Spirit by Self-examination,<br>To bathe in the Waters of Life, to wash off the Not Human,<br>I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration;<br>To cast off rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour,<br>To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration,<br>To cast off Bacon, Locke & Newton form Albion’s covering,<br>To take off his filthy garments, & clothe him with Imagination;<br>To cast aside from Poetry all that is not Inspiration,<br>That is no longer shall dare to mock with the aspersion of Madness<br>Cast on the Inspired by the tame high finisher of paltry Blots<br>Indefinite, or paltry Rhymes, or Paltry Harmonies,<br>Who creeps into State Government like a catterpiller to destroy;<br>To cast off the idiot Questioner who is always questioning<br>But never capable of answering, who sits wit a sly grin<br>Silent plotting when to question, like a thief in a cave;<br>Who publishes doubt & calls it knowledge, whose Science is Despair,<br>Whose pretence to knowledge is Envy, whose whole Science is<br>To destroy the wisdom of ages to gratify ravenous Envy,<br>That rages round him like a Wolf day & night without rest.<br>He smiles with condescension, he talks of Benevolence & Virtue,<br>And those who act with Benevolence & Virtue they murder time on time.<br>These are the destroyers of Jerusalem, these are the murderers<br>Of Jesus, who deny the Faith & mock at Eternal life;<br>Who pretend to Poetry that they may destroy Imagination<br>By imitation of Nature’s Images drawn from Remembrance.<br>These are the Sexual Garments, the Abomination of Desolation,<br>Hiding the Human Lineaments as with an Ark & Curtains,<br>Which Jesus rent & now shall wholly purge away with Fire,<br>Till Generation is swallow’d up in Regeneration.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then trembled the Virgin Ololon & reply’d in clouds of despair:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Is this our Feminine Portion, the Six-fold Miltonic Female?<br>Terrible this Portion trembles before thee, O awful Man!<br>Altho’ our Human Power can sustain the severe contentions<br>Of Friendship, our Sexual cannot, but flies into the Ulro.<br>Hence arose all our terrors in Eternity; & now remembrance<br>Returns upon us. Are we Contraries, O Milton, Thou & I?<br>O Immortal! how were we led to War the Wars of Death?<br>Is this the Void Outside of Existence, which if enter’d into<br>Becomes a Womb? & is this the Death Couch of Albion?<br>Thou goest to Eternal Death, & all must go with thee.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So saying, the Virgin divided Six-fold, & with a shriek<br>Dolorous that ran thro’ all Creation, a Double-Six-fold Wonder,<br>Away from Ololon she divided & fled into the depths<br>Of Milton’s Shadow, as a Dove upon the stormy Sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then as a Moony Ark Ololon descended to Felpham’s Vale<br>In clouds of blood, in streams of gore, with dreadful thunderings<br>Into the Fires of Intellect that rejoic’d in Felpham’s Vale<br>Around the Starry Eight. With one accord the Starry Eight became<br>One Man, Jesus the Saviour, wonderful! Round his limbs<br>The Clouds of Ololon folded as a Garment dipped in blood,<br>Written within & without in woven letters; & the Writing<br>Is the Divine Revelation in the Litteral expression,<br>A Garment of War. I heard it nam’d the Woof of Six Thousand Years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I beheld the Twenty-four Cities of Albion<br>Arise upon their Thrones to Judge the Nations of the Earth;<br>And the Immortal Four in whom the Twenty-four appear Four-fold<br>Arose around Albion’s body. Jesus wept & walked forth<br>From Felpham’s Vale clothed in Clouds of blood, to enter into<br>Albion’s Bosom, the bosom of death, & the Four surrounded him<br>In the Column of Fire in Felpham’s Vale. Then to their mouths the four<br>Applied their Four Trumpets & them sounded to the Four winds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Terror struck in the Vale. I stood at that immortal sound;<br>My bones trembles. I fell outstretch’d upon the path<br>A moment, & my Soul return’d into its mortal state,<br>To Resurrection & Judgment in the Vegetable body;<br>And my sweet Shadow of Delight stood trembling by my side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immediately the Lark mounted with a loud trill form Felpham’s Vale,<br>And the Wild Thyme from Wimbleton’s green & impurpled Hills;<br>And Los& Enitharmon rose over the Hills of Surrey.<br>Their clouds roll over London with a south wind. Soft Oothoon<br>Pants in the Vales of Lambeth, weeping o’er her Human Harvest.<br>Los listens to the Cry of the Poor Man, his Cloud<br>Over London in volume terrific, low bended in anger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rintrah & Palamabron view the Human Harvest beneath.<br>Their Wine-presses & Barns stand open; the Ovens are prepar’d,<br>The Waggons ready; terrific, Lions & Tygers sport & play.<br>All Animals upon the Earth are prepar’d in all their strength<br>To go forth to the Great Harvest & Vintage of the Nations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finis</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Milton</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38419" data-title="Book the Second de William Blake" data-description="Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring./The Lark sitting upon his earthly bed, just as the morn/Apears, listens silent; then springing from the waving Corn-field loud/He leads the Choir of Day! trill, thrill, thrill, trill,/Mounting..."></div> </div> </div>

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