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PLATE 13

What time the thirteen Governors that England sent convene
In Bernards house; the flames coverd the land, they rouze they
cry
Shaking their mental chains they rush in fury to the sea
To quench their anguish; at the feet of Washington down fall'n
They grovel on the sand and writhing lie, while all     

The British soldiers thro' the thirteen states sent up a howl
Of anguish: threw their swords & muskets to the earth & ran
From their encampments and dark castles seeking where to hide
From the grim flames; and from the visions of Orc; in sight
Of Albions Angel; who enrag'd his secret clouds open'd  
From north to south, and burnt outstretchd on wings of wrath
cov'ring
The eastern sky, spreading his awful wings across the heavens;
Beneath him roll'd his num'rous hosts, all Albions Angels camp'd
      Darkend the Atlantic mountains & their trumpets shook the valleys
      Arm'd with diseases of the earth to cast upon the Abyss,
      Their numbers forty millions, must'ring in the eastern sky.



PLATE 14
In the flames stood & view'd the armies drawn out in the sky
Washington Franklin Paine & Warren Allen Gates & Lee:
And heard the voice of Albions Angel give the thunderous command:
His plagues obedient to his voice flew forth out of their clouds
Falling upon America, as a storm to cut them off        
As a blight cuts the tender corn when it begins to appear.
Dark is the heaven above, & cold & hard the earth beneath;
And as a plague wind fill'd with insects cuts off man & beast;
And as a sea o'erwhelms a land in the day of an earthquake;  
Fury! rage! madness! in a wind swept through America    
And the red flames of Orc that folded roaring fierce around
The angry shores, and the fierce rushing of th'inhabitants
together:
The citizens of New-York close their books & lock their chests;
The mariners of Boston drop their anchors and unlade;
The scribe of Pensylvania casts his pen upon the earth; 
The builder of Virginia throws his hammer down in fear.

Then had America been lost, o'erwhelm'd by the Atlantic,
            And Earth had lost another portion of the infinite,
          But all rush together in the night in wrath and raging fire
    The red fires rag'd! the plagues recoil'd! then rolld they back with fury

PLATE 15

On Albions Angels; then the Pestilence began in streaks of red
Across the limbs of Albions Guardian, the spotted plague smote
Bristols
And the Leprosy Londons Spirit, sickening all their bands:
The millions sent up a howl of anguish and threw off their
hammerd mail,
And cast their swords & spears to earth, & stood a naked
multitude.
Albions Guardian writhed in torment on the eastern sky
Pale quivring toward the brain his glimmering eyes, teeth
chattering
Howling & shuddering his legs quivering; convuls'd each muscle &
sinew
Sick'ning lay Londons Guardian, and the ancient miter'd York
Their heads on snowy hills, their ensigns sick'ning in the sky

The plagues creep on the burning winds driven by flames of Orc,
And by the fierce Americans rushing together in the night
Driven o'er the Guardians of Ireland and Scotland and Wales
They spotted with plagues forsook the frontiers & their banners
seard
With fires of hell, deform their ancient heavens with shame &
woe.
           Hid in his eaves the Bard of Albion felt the enormous plagues.
        And a cowl of flesh grew o'er his head & scales on his back & ribs;
     And rough with black scales all his Angels fright their ancient heavens
       The doors of marriage are open, and the Priests in rustling scales
         Rush into reptile coverts, hiding from the fires of Orc,
      That play around the golden roofs in wreaths of fierce desire,
      Leaving the females naked and glowing with the lusts of youth
     For the female spirits of the dead pining in bonds of religion;
    Run from their fetters reddening, & in long drawn arches sitting:
     They feel the nerves of youth renew, and desires of ancient
  times, Over their pale limbs as a vine when the tender grape appears