The Secret Message Behid William Blake’s “The Ancient of Days”
A mini essay by Aladdin Collar

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The Secret Message Behid William Blake’s “The Ancient of Days”
A mini essay by Aladdin Collar

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SOLEMN HEAVE THE ATLANTIC WAVES BETWEEN THE GLOOMY NATIONS / SWELLING, BELCHING FROM ITS DEEPS RED CLOUDS AND RAGING FIRES. / ALBION IS SICK. AMERICA FAINTS! ENRAG’D THE ZENITH GREW.
America a Prophecy (1793)

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America a Prophecy, 1793, Title Page and Preludium (The Bently Copy, at Yale Center for British Art, pages 2 - 4). Art, words, and original printing by William Blake.
PRELUDIUM
(plate one)
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey’d o’er his dark abode: His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron. Crown’d with a helmet and dark hair the nameless Female stood; A quiver with its burning stores, a bow like that of night, When pestilence is shot from heaven no other arms she need! Invulnerable tho’ naked, save where clouds roll round her loins Their awful folds in the dark air: silent she stood as night; For never from her iron tongue could voice or sound arise, But dumb till that dread day when Orc assay’d his fierce embrace.
Dark Virgin, said the hairy Youth, thy father stern, abhorr’d, Rivets my tenfold chains, while still on high my spirit soars; Sometimes an eagle screaming in the sky, sometimes a lion Stalking upon the mountains, and sometimes a whale, I lash The raging fathomless abyss; anon a serpent folding Around the pillars of Urthona, and round thy dark limbs On the Canadian wilds I fold; feeble my spirit folds; For chain’d beneath I rend these caverns: when thou bringest food I howl my joy, and my red eyes seek to behold thy face In vain! these clouds roll to and fro, and hide thee from my sight.
(plate two)
Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy, The hairy shoulders rend the links; free are the wrists of fire; Round the terrific loins he seiz’d the panting, struggling womb; It joy’d: she put aside her clouds and smiled her first−born smile, As when a black cloud shows its lightnings to the silent deep.
Soon as she saw the Terrible Boy, then burst the virgin cry.
I know thee, I have found thee, and I will not let thee go: Thou art the image of God who dwells in darkness of Africa, And thou art fall’n to give me life in regions of dark death. On my American plains I feel the struggling afflictions Endur’d by roots that writhe their arms into the nether deep. I see a Serpent in Canada who courts me to his love, In Mexico an Eagle, and a Lion in Peru; I see a Whale in the South Sea, drinking my soul away. O what limb−rending pains I feel! thy fire and my frost Mingle in howling pains, in furrows by thy lightnings rent. This is Eternal Death, and this the torment long foretold!
Job’s Evil Dreams, from William Blake’s Illustrations for the Book of Job, 1805 - 1806 (The Butt Copy, at the Morgan Library and Museum, page 11). An 1823 edition was published with John Linell, and Blake added the following notation into the borders of the page:
1. My bones are pierced in me in the night season & my sinews take no rest 2. My skin is black upon me & my bones are burned with heat 3. The triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the hypocrit is but for a moment Satan himself is transformed into an Angel of Light & his Ministers into Ministers of Righteousness 4. With Dreams upon my bed thou scarest me & affrightest me with Visions 5. Why do you persecute me as God & are not satisfied with my flesh. Oh that my words were printed in a Book that they were graven with an iron pen & lead in the rock for ever For I know that my Redeemer liveth & that he shall stand in the latter days upon the Earth & after my skin destroy thou This body yet in my flesh shall I see god whom I shall see for Myself and mine eyes shall behold & not Another tho consumed by my wrought image 6. Who opposeth & exalteth himself above all that is called God or is Worshipped