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A Vision of Albion
I see the Fourfold Man; the Humanity in deadly sleep,
And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel
Shadow.
I see the Past, Present, and Future existing all at once
Before me. O Divine Spirit! sustain me
on thy wings,
That I may awake Albion from his long and cold repose;
For Bacon and Newton, sheath'd
in dismal steel, their terrors hang
Like iron scourges over Albion. Reasonings like vast Serpents
Enfold
around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations. I turn my eyes to the Schools and Universities of
Europe,
And there behold the Loom of Locke, whose Woof rages dire,
Wash'd by the Water-wheels of
Newton: black the cloth
In heavy wreaths folds over every Nation: cruel Works
Of many Wheels I view,
wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic,
Moving by compulsion each other; not as those in Eden, which,
Wheel
within wheel, in freedom revolve, in harmony and peace.
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