I stood among the valleys in the south And saw a flame of fire, even as a Wheel Of fire surrounding all

the heavens: it went From west to east against the current of Creation, and devoured all things in its loud Fury & thundering course round heaven & earth By it the Sun was rolled into an orb By it the moon faded into a globe Travelling thro the night: for from its dire And restless fury, Man himself shrunk up Into a little root a fathom long And I asked a Watcher & a Holy One It's name? He answered, It is the Wheel of Religion I wept & said, Is this the law of Jesus This terrible devouring sword turning every way He answered: Jesus died because He strove Against the current of this Wheel: its Name Is Caiphas, the dark Preacher of Death Of sin, of sorrow & of punishment Opposing Nature! It is Natural Religion But Jesus is the bright Preacher of Life Creating Nature from this fiery Law By self-denial & forgiveness of Sin Go therefore, cast out devils in Christ's Name Heal thou the sick of spiritual disease Pity the evil, for thou art not sent To smite with terror & with punishments Those that are sick, like to the Pharisees Crucifying & encompassing sea & land For proselytes to tyranny & wrath But to the publicans & harlots go Teach them True Happiness, but let no curses Go forth out of thy mouth to blight their peace For hell is opened to Heaven: thine eyes beheld The dungeons burst & the Prisoners set Free. Blake, Jerusalem