And thou America! I once beheld thee but now behold no more. Thy golden mountains where my Cherubim & Seraphim rejoicd Together among my little-ones. But now, my Altars run with blood! My fires are corrupt! my incense is a cloudy pestilence Of seven diseases! Once a continual cloud of salvation. rose From all my myriads ...
From William Blake's 'Jerusalem - The Emanation of the Giant Albion, Chapter 4 (1804 - 1820)
1820 - 2020 !
The Fugitive Stag 