The Last Judgment
Terrifièd at Non-Existence--
For such they deem'd the death of the body -- Los his vegetable hands
right hand, branching out in fibrous strength,
Seiz'd the Sun; his left hand, like dark roots, cover'd the
And tore them down, cracking the heavens across from immense to immense.
Then fell the fires
of Eternity, with loud and shrill
Sound of loud Trumpet, thundering along from heaven to heaven,
sound articulate: `Awake! ye Dead, and come
To Judgment from the four winds! awake, and come away!'
like scrolls of the enormous volume of Heaven and Earth,
With thunderous noise and dreadful shakings,
rocking to and fro,
The Heavens are shaken, and the Earth removèd from its place;
The foundations of
the eternal hills discover'd.
The thrones of Kings are shaken, they have lost their robes and crowns;
Poor smite their oppressors, they awake up to the harvest;
The naked warriors rush together down to
Trembling before the multitudes of slaves now set at liberty:
They are become like wintry
flocks, like forests stripp'd of leaves.
The Oppressèd pursue like the wind; there is no room for escape.
. . .
The Books of Urizen unroll with dreadful noise! The folding Serpent
Of Orc began to consume in
fierce raving fire; his fierce flames
Issu'd on all sides, gathering strength in animating volumes,
abroad on all the winds, raging intense, reddening
Into resistless pillars of fire, rolling round and round,
Strength from the earths consum'd, and heavens, and all hidden abysses,
Where'er the Eagle
has explor'd, or Lion or Tiger trod,
Or where the comets of the night, or stars of day
Have shot their arrows
or long-beamèd spears in wrath and fury.
And all the while the Trumpet sounds.
From the clotted gore, and from the hollow den
Start forth the trembling
millions into flames of mental fire,
Bathing their limbs in the bright visions of Eternity.
Then, like the doves from pillars of smoke, the trembling families
Of women and children throughout
every nation under heaven
Cling round the men in bands of twenties and of fifties, pale
As snow that
falls round a leafless tree upon the green.
Their oppressors are fall'n; they have stricken them; they awake
Yet, pale, the Just man stands erect, and looking up to Heav'n.
Trembling and strucken by the universal
stroke, the trees unroot;
The rocks groan horrible and run about; the mountains and
Their rivers cry with a
dismal cry; the cattle gather together,
Lowing they kneel before the heavens; the wild beasts of the forests
The Lion, shuddering, asks the Leopard: `Feelest thou
The dread I feel, unknown before? My voice refuses
And in weak moans I speak to thee. This night,
Before the morning's dawn, the Eagle call'd the
The Raven call'd the Hawk. I heard them from my forests,
Saying: "Let us go up far, for soon I
smell upon the wind
A terror coming from the South." The Eagle and Hawk fled away
At dawn, and ere
the sun arose, the Raven and Vulture follow'd.
Let us flee also to the North.' They fled. The Sons of Men
them depart in dismal droves. The trumpets sounded loud,
And all the Sons of Eternity descended into
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