|William Blake (17571827). The Poetical Works. 1908.|
|Selections from Jerusalem|
|To the Deists|
(Jerusalem, f. 52.)
Rahab is an Eternal State.
The Spiritual States of the Soul are all Eternal. Distinguish between the Man and his present State.
He never can be a friend to the Human Race who is the preacher of Natural Morality or Natural Religion; he is a flatterer who means to betray, to perpetuate tyrant Pride and the Laws of that Babylon which, he foresees, shall shortly be destroyed with the Spiritual and not the Natural Sword. He is in the State named Rahab; which State must be put off before he can be the Friend of Man.
You, O Deists! profess yourselves the enemies of Christianity, and you are so: you are also the enemies of the Human Race and of Universal Nature. Man is born a Spectre, or Satan, and is altogether an Evil, and requires a new Selfhood continually, and must continually be changed into his direct Contrary. But your Greek Philosophy, which is a remnant of Druidism, teaches that Man is righteous in his Vegetated Spectrean opinion of fatal and accursed consequence to Man, as the Ancients saw plainly by Revelation, to the entire abrogation of Experimental Theory; and many believed what they saw, and prophesied of Jesus.
Man must and will have some religion; if he has not the religion of Jesus, he will have the religion of Satan, and will erect the synagogue of Satan, calling the Prince of this World God, and destroying all who do not worship Satan under the name of God. Will any one say: Where are those who worship Satan under the name of God? Where are they? Listen! Every religion that preaches Vengeance for Sin is the religion of the Enemy and Avenger, and not of the Forgiver of Sin, and their God is Satan, named by the Divine Name. Your Religion, O Deists! Deism is the worship of the God of this World by the means of what you call Natural Religion and Natural Philosophy, and of Natural Morality or Self-Righteousness, the selfish virtues of the Natural Heart. This was the religion of the Pharisees who murdered Jesus. Deism is the same, and ends in the same.
Voltaire, Rousseau, Gibbon, Hume charge the spiritually Religious with hypocrisy; but how a Monk, or a Methodist either, can be a hypocrite, I cannot conceive. We are Men of like passions with others, and pretend not to be holier than others; therefore, when a Religious Man falls into sin, he ought not to be calld a hypocrite: this title is more properly to be given to a player who falls into sin, whose profession is virtue and morality, and the making men self-righteous. Foote, in calling Whitefield hypocrite, was himself one; for Whitefield pretended not to be holier than others, but confessed his sins before all the world. Voltaire! Rousseau! you cannot escape my charge that you are Pharisees and hypocrites; for you are constantly talking of the virtues of the human heart, and particularly of your own; that you may accuse others, and especially the Religious, whose errors you, by this display of pretended virtue, chiefly design to expose. Rousseau thought Men good by nature: he found them evil, and found no friend. Friendship cannot exist without Forgiveness of Sins continually. The book written by Rousseau, calld his Confessions, is an apology and cloak for his sin, and not a confession.
But you also charge the poor Monks and Religious with being the causes of war, while you acquit and flatter the Alexanders and Cæsars, the Louises and Fredericks, who alone are its causes and its actors. But the Religion of Jesus, Forgiveness of Sin, can never be the cause of a war, nor of a single martyrdom.
Those who martyr others, or who cause war, are Deists, but never can be Forgivers of Sin. The glory of Christianity is to conquer by Forgiveness. All the destruction, therefore, in Christian Europe has arisen from Deism, which is Natural Religion.
I SAW a Monk of Charlemaine 1
|Arise before my sight:|
|I talkd with the Grey Monk as we stood|
|In beams of infernal light.|
|Gibbon arose with a lash of steel,|| 5|
|And Voltaire with a racking wheel;|
|The Schools, in clouds of learning rolld,|
|Arose with War in iron and gold.|
|Thou lazy Monk! they sound afar,|
|In vain condemning glorious War;|| 10|
|And in your cell you shall ever dwell:|
|Rise, War, and bind him in his cell!|
|The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side,|
|His hands and feet were wounded wide,|
|His body bent, his arms and knees|| 15|
|Like to the roots of ancient trees.|
|When Satan first the black bow bent|
|And the Moral Law from the Gospel rent,|
|He forgd the Law into a sword,|
|And spilld the blood of Mercys Lord.|| 20|
|Titus! Constantine! Charlemaine!|
|O Voltaire! Rousseau! Gibbon! Vain|
|Your Grecian mocks and Roman sword|
|Against this image of his Lord;|
|For a Tear is an Intellectual thing;|| 25|
|And a Sigh is the sword of an angel king;|
|And the bitter groan of a Martyrs woe|
|Is an arrow from the Almightys bow.|
|Note 1. 1 Cp. the notes to I saw a Monk of Charlemaine (Rossetti MS., p. 134) and The Grey Monk (Pickering MS., p. 169). [back]|