Come, o Lamb of God

Come Lord Jesus, Lamb of God descend! for if; O Lord!

If thou hadst been here, our brother Albion had not died.

Arise sisters! Go ye & meet the Lord, while I remain--

Behold the foggy mornings of the Dead on Albions cliffs!

Ye know that if the Emanation remains in them:

She will become an Eternal Death, an Avenger of Sin

A Self-righteousness: the proud Virgin-Harlot! Mother of War!

And we also & all Beulah, consume beneath Albions curse.