Blake's painting which is often called the Arlington Tempera was far from typical of the subject matter which he ordinarily painted and it was on a scale unusual for his works. He treated not a single event but a tapestry of multiple events spread over time and space, and transcending Time and Eternity. Blake's painting is dated c.1821. Taylor published in 1823 a volume titled Select Works of Porphyry. Included in the book is an 'appendix Explaining Wanderings of Ulysses by translator.' Blake's picture and Taylor's explanation are two treatments of the same events in different media. Whatever their differences they could affirm the 'Circle of Destiny' through which Man returns to the source from which he came.
This is Taylor's conclusion of "appendix Explaining Wanderings of Ulysses by translator":
"By what leading stars shall we direct our flight, and by what means avoid the magic of Circe, and the detaining charms of Calypso? For thus the fable of Ulysses obscurely signifies, which feigns him abiding and unwilling exile, though pleasant spectacles were continually presented to his sight; and every thing was proffered to invite his stay, which can delight the senses and captivate the heart. But our true country, like that of Ulysses, is from whence we came and where our father lives."
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Four Zoas, Night I, PAGE 5, (E 302) "In Eden,Females sleep the winter in soft silken veils Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths. in soft Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs Enion said Farewell I die I hide. from thy searching eyes So saying--From her bosom weaving soft in Sinewy threads A tabernacle for Jerusalem she sat among the Rocks Singing her lamentation. Tharmas groand among his Clouds Weeping, then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his innocent head And stretching out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs And said. Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Woof His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire In gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve She counted. every vein & lacteal threading them among Her woof of terror. Terrified & drinking tears of woe Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights Sleepless her food was tears Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate. & not As Garments woven subservient to her hands but having a will Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept Nine days she labourd at her work. & nine dark sleepless nights But on the tenth trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Complete Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd A Frowning Continent appeard Where Enion in the Desart Terrified in her own Creation viewing her woven shadow Sat in a dread intoxication of Repentance & Contrition There is from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant rest Namd Beulah a Soft Moony Universe feminine lovely Pure mild & Gentle given in Mercy to those who sleep Eternally. Created by the Lamb of God around On all sides within & without the Universal Man The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreams Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God pity & help So spoke they & closd the Gate of the Tongue in trembling fear"
5:3-5 - This doesn't mean, of course, that we have only a hope of future joys - we can be full of joy here and now even in our trials and troubles. Taken in the right spirit these very things will give us patient endurance; this in turn will develop a mature character, and a character of this sort produces a steady hope, a hope that will never disappoint us. Already we have some experience of the love of God flooding through our hearts by the Holy Spirit given to us.