I see the Four-fold 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 onceBefore me.
O Divine Spirit,
sustain me on thy wings,
That I may awake Albion from
his long and cold repose;
In heavy wreaths folds over every nation:
cruel worksOf 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