(PLATE 2)Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air; hungry clouds
swag on the deep, once meek, and in a perilous path, the just man kept his
course along the vale of death. Roses are planted where thorns grow, and on
the barren heath sing the honey bees, then the perilous path was planted: and
a riverland a spring on every cliff and tomb: and on the bleached bones red
clay brought forth. Till the villain left the paths of ease, to walk in
perilous paths, and drive the just man into barren climes. Now the sneaking
serpent walks in mild humility, and the just man rages in the wilds where
lions roam. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air; hungry
clouds swag on the deep.
(PLATE 3)
As a new heaven is begun, and it is now
thirty-three years since its advent: the eternal hell revives. And lo!
Swedenborg is the angel sitting at the tomb: his writings are the linen
clothes folded up. Now is the dominion of Edom, & the return of Adam into