"To the Jews..." (Plate 27)

Inscribed in orange ink, upper right: "27"

Lettered inside image: "To the Jews. | Jerusalem the Emanation of the Giant Albion! Can it be? Is it a | Truth that the Learned have explored? Was Britain the Primitive Seat of | the Patriarchal Religion? If it is true, my title-page is also True, that | Jerusalem was & is the Emanation of the Giant Albion. It is True, and | cannot be controverted. Ye are united, O ye Inhabitants of Earth, in One | Religion: The Religion of Jesus: the most Ancient, the Eternal & the | Everlasting Gospel. The Wicked will turn it to Wickedness, the Righteous | to Righteousness. Amen! Huzza! Selah! | 'All things Begin & End in Albion's Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.' | Your Ancestors derived their origin from Abraham, Heber, Shem, and | Noah, who were Druids: as the Druid Temples (which are the Patriarchal | Pillars & Oak Groves) over the whole Earth witness to this day. | You have a tradition, that Man anciently contain'd in his mighty limbs | all things in Heaven & Earth: this you recieved from the Druids. | 'But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion.' | Albion was the Parent of the Druids: & in his Chaotic State of Sleep | Satan & Adam & the whole World was Created by the Elohim. | The fields from Islington to Marybone, | To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, | Were builded over with pillars of gold, | And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. | Her Little-ones ran on the fields, | The Lamb of God among them seen, | And fair Jerusalem his Bride, | Among the little meadows green. | Pancrass & Kentish-town repose | Among her golden pillars high: | Among her golden arches which | Shine upon the starry sky. | The Jew's-harp-house & the Green Man, | The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight, | The fields of Cows by William's farm, | Shine in Jerusalem's pleasant sight. | She walks upon our meadows green: | The Lamb of God walks by her side: | And every English Child is seen, | Children of Jesus & his Bride. | Forgiving trespasses and sins | Lest Babylon with cruel Og, | With Moral & Self-righteous Law, | Should Crucify in Satan's Synagogue! | What are those golden Builders doing | Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington, | Standing above that mighty Ruin | Where Satan the first victory won, | Where Albion slept beneath the Fatal Tree, | And the Druids' golden Knife | Rioted in human gore, | In Offerings of Human Life? | They groan'd aloud on London Stone, | They groan'd aloud on Tyburn's Brook, | Albion gave his deadly groan, | And all the Atlantic Mountains shook. | Albion's Spectre from his Loins, | Tore forth in all the pomp of War: | Satan his name: in flames of fire | He stretch'd his Druid Pillars far. | Jerusalem fell from Lambeth's Vale, | Down thro' Poplar & Old Bow; | Thro' Maiden & acros the Sea, | In War & howling, death & woe. | The Rhine was red with human blood; | The Danube roll'd a purple tide ; | On the Euphrates Satan stood, | And over Asia stretch'd his pride. | He wither'd up sweet Zion's Hill, | From every Nation of the Earth; | He wither'd up Jerusalem's Gates, | And in a dark Land gave her birth. | He wither'd up the Human Form, | By laws of sacrifice for sin, | Till it became a Mortal Worm; | But O! translucent all within. | The Divine Vision still was seen, | Still was the Human Form Divine, | Weeping in weak & mortal clay, | Jesus, still the Form was thine. | And thine the Human Face, & thine | The Human Hands & Feet & Breath, | Entering thro' the Gates of Birth, | And passing thro' the Gates of Death. | And O thou Lamb of God, whom I | Slew in my dark self-righteous pride, | Art thou return'd to Albion's Land? | And is Jerusalem thy Bride? | Come to my arms & never more | Depart; but dwell for ever here: | Create my Spirit to thy Love: | Subdue my Spectre to thy Fear. | Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend! | In clouds of blood & ruin roll'd: | I here reclaim thee as my own, | My Self-hood! Satan! arm'd in gold. | Is this thy soft Family-Love, | Thy cruel Patriarchal pride, | Planting thy Family alone, | Destroying all the World beside? | A man's worst enemies are those | Of his own house & family; | And he who makes his law a curse, | By his own hand shall surely die. | In my Exchanges every Land | Shall walk, & mine in every Land, | Mutual, shall build Jerusalem; | Both heart in heart & hand in hand. | If Humility is Christianity, you, O Jews, are the true Christians; If | your tradition that Man contained in his Limbs all Animals is True & | they were separated from him by cruel Sacrifices; and when compulsory | cruel Sacrifices had brought Humanity into a Feminine Tabernacle, in the | no loins of Abraham & David, the Lamb of God, the Saviour became appar- | ent on Earth as the Prophets had foretold ! The Return of Israel is a Re- | turn to Mental Sacrifice & War. Take up the Cross, O Israel, & follow Jesus."