Four Zoas Manuscript|
Four Zoas, Night IX, PAGE 119, (E 388) "In the fierce flames the limbs of Mystery lay consuming with howling And deep despair. Rattling go up the flames around the Synagogue Of Satan Loud the Serpent Orc ragd thro his twenty Seven Folds. The tree of Mystery went up in folding flames Blood issud out in mighty volumes pouring in whirlpools fierce From out the flood gates of the Sky The Gates are burst down pour The torrents black upon the Earth the blood pours down incessant Kings in their palaces lie drownd Shepherds their flocks their tents Roll down the mountains in black torrents Cities Villages High spires & Castles drownd in the black deluge Shoal on Shoal Float the dead carcases of Men & Beasts driven to & fro on waves Of foaming blood beneath the black incessant Sky till all Mysterys tyrants are cut off & not one left on Earth And when all Tyranny was cut off from the face of Earth Around the Dragon form of Urizen & round his stony form The flames rolling intense thro the wide Universe Began to Enter the Holy City Entring the dismal clouds In furrowd lightnings break their way the wild flames licking up The Bloody Deluge living flames winged with intellect And Reason round the Earth they march in order flame by flame From the clotted gore & from the hollow den Start forth the trembling Millions into flames of mental fire Bathing their Limbs in the bright visions of Eternity Beyond this Universal Confusion beyond the remotest Pole Where their vortexes begin to operate there stands A Horrible rock far in the South it was forsaken when Urizen gave the horses of Light into the hands of Luvah On this rock lay the faded head of the Eternal Man Enwrapped round with weeds of death pale cold in sorrow & woe He lifts the blue lamps of his Eyes & cries with heavenly voice Bowing his head over the consuming Universe he cried O weakness & O weariness O war within my members My sons exiled from my breast pass to & fro before me My birds are silent on my hills flocks die beneath my branches My tents are fallen my trumpets & the sweet sounds of my harp Is silent on my clouded hills that belch forth storms & fires My milk of cows & honey of bees & fruit of golden harvest Are gatherd in the scorching heat & in the driving rain My robe is turned to confusion & my bright gold to stones Where once I sat I weary walk in misery & pain For from within my witherd breast grown narrow with my woes The Corn is turnd to thistles & the apples into poison The birds of song to murderous crows My joys to bitter groans"
Illustrations to Young's Night Thoughts
Albion, however, realizes that the chains from which he is seeking to be freed are not exclusively the restraints of religion and politics but also result from the inner 'war within my members.' He acknowledges that he has lost the clarity of perception which once brought joy and comfort to his life. In this portion of Night IX Blake is clearing the deck in preparation for establishing the new order.
Although Albion is conscious of only his misery and pain, the Divine Hand is reaching down in response to his 'bitter groans.'
Jerusalem, Plate 15, (E 158) "I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom"
 I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.
 Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.
 Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world, to try them that dwell upon the earth.
 So he carried me away in the spirit into the wilderness: and I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns.
 And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication:
 And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
 And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: and when I saw her, I wondered with great admiration.
 And the angel said unto me, Wherefore didst thou marvel? I will tell thee the mystery of the woman, and of the beast that carrieth her, which hath the seven heads and ten horns.
 The beast that thou sawest was, and is not; and shall ascend out of the bottomless pit, and go into perdition: and they that dwell on the earth shall wonder, whose names were not written in the book of life from the foundation of the world, when they behold the beast that was, and is not, and yet is.