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; t 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 - 56 - 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 PLATE 16 Over the hills, the vales, the cities, rage the red flames fierce; The Heavens melted from north to south; and Urizen who sat Above all heavens in thunders wrap'd, emerg'd his leprous head From out his holy shrine, his tears in deluge piteous Falling into the deep sublime! flag'd with grey-brow'd snows And thunderous visages, his jealous wings wav'd over the deep; Weeping in dismal howling woe he dark descended howling Around the smitten bands, clothed in tears & trembling shudd'ring cold. His stored snows he poured forth, and his icy magazines He open'd on the deep, and on the Atlantic sea white shiv'ring. Leprous his limbs, all over white, and hoary was his visage. Weeping in dismal howlings before the stern Americans Hiding the Demon red with clouds & cold mists from the earth; Till Angels & weak men twelve years should govern o'er the strong: And then their end should come, when France reciev'd the Demons light. Stiff shudderings shook the heav'nly thrones! France Spain & Italy, In terror view'd the bands of Albion, and the ancient Guardians Fainting upon the elements, smitten with their own plagues - 57 - They slow advance to shut the five gates of their law-built heaven Filled with blasting fancies and with mildews of despair With fierce disease and lust, unable to stem the fires of Orc; But the five gates were consum'd, & their bolts and hinges melted And the fierce flames burnt round the heavens, & round the abodes of men FINIS If you have read these two chapters on 'angels in Ameria' with any
kind of attention, you must have some questions. In some coming posts
America will be discussed in greater detail.