When Blake the seer, did sit nearby
and contemplate, immortal eye
the future, the start
of the New Age to be
he looked and saw
what I now see.
Her house, in Milton, he saw remade
in Kensington this Maya was played
where the Holy Spirit immersed in flesh
lived in this land, Her work to thresh,
By clearing the ignorant husks from grain
to open this Heart, enlighten the brain,
then raising their consciousness on high
that newly Realised, these souls might fly
Toward perfection and in their wake make
Joyful roads the mass could take
to bring at last The Golden Age
wherein That Peace can hold the stage.
