Bring ME the likeness, and the time,
Then an impostor's here.
But if the likeness never was,

That any man can prove ;

Then know the Bride must sure be here

Hath she denied my love?
Is she asham'd to own my name?
I'll take her shame away:
Because she knows, she is too low-
Doth blush the truth to say.
But now, I say, with modesty,
I'll surely make her bold;
For if her head be covered then,
The TRUTH she shall unfold.
o now of Cain I shall explain-
He surely fled away;

Because the sheep he did not keep-
Think on that fatal day;

His brother dead, and he was fled,
And shepherd there was none;
His brother's keeper he was not,
He dreaded his brother's groans.
So now with men 'tis just the same,
For Satan strikes them dead;
Or else they'd see the mystery,
That they were all misled,
For to believe another Eve

Should lead mankind astray;

The woman then might make them grieve,
And cast the blame on ME.
For on ME all the blame shall fall,

If thou dost man deceive;
My PROMISE is forgot by all-
Oh, how do men believe!

I made her to complete man's bliss,
So he was not alone.

I knew the serpent would molest;
I made her of man's bone,
That at the end it might become
To strike the rebel dead.

So now from Cain, it must be known,
He sure must die, or flee:
Because my sheep he shall not keep,
As he hath murder'd here:
For I myself will watch my sheep,
And take them from his care.
So let him fly, like Cain, that day;
He brought that curse on man:

And he must fly, I say, like Cain,
Or else go to his den.
And now unto Isaiah come;
He prophesied of ME:

But said a bone should not be broke→
And deep's the mystery.
As perfect Man I then did come,
Born of the Virgin there;
But now 'tis in the Woman's form,
I'll make the mysteries clear.
So here's the Bone, that stands alone,
A stumbling-block to man:
Close by your side behold the Bride,
And marvel what you've done.
For just like he, I say, you be,
And every man's asleep :
But with surprise lift up your eyes,
And tears of joy now weep.
My love's unknown to every man—
The bliss I have in store;

For in your hearts it never came,

The golden days are near.

Your standing's stronger, 't must be known,

Than 'twas before you

fell:

The sword that pierc'd my Mother's soul,

Shall shake the powers of hell.

So death and hell they both

may swell,

And rage against the Bride;

But they shall know, and tremble too,
That I am by her side."

Here I ended, January 30, 1797.

In the night there were hard winds, like thunder, with heavy rains, so that I could not sleep, but lay restless all the night; and fearing to believe the glorious promises. which had been made to me, thinking they were too great, tears drowned my eyes, to think that I had lived no more to the glory of GoD; and tears of joy to think of his loving-kindness to man, and the happy days that were approaching, when Christ should be all in all, and Satan chained down: I had many strong promises made to me to banish my fears. then went to sleep, and thought Satan came to me,

I

and put his hand in my mouth. I thought I bit off his fingers, and fought and overcame him.-I had many other strange dreams, which I could not call to mind.

The Answer of the SPIRIT to the Weather, and to my Dream.

"Now what thou'st written I will answer;
As the thirty days were gone,
In the night came windy weather-
Fast the storms are hastening on.
But if ENGLAND does awake,
And come to perfect day,
'Tis other Nations I shall shake-
The sunshine here you'll see.
For as the clouds this day dismiss,
The sunshine at the end;
Then shining days I'll bring to pass,
And stand your every friend.
So now 'tis time for to awake,
And restless be like thee;
But will they wish to fall asleep,
And say these things must be
Too great for any to believe,
And let it die away?

Then 't must be known Satan will come,

And meet them with surprise;

Into their mouths he'll put bis hand;

But let them now be wise

His fingers bite, his offers slight,

And then they must come off:

For though he watch'd them in the night,

I'll bring his schemes to nought:

His hands I'll clear, thou'st nought to fear,

And bite his thumbs away.

But now to thee I'll answer here,

It is too much for thee

To feel, and know, how things do go,
And have thy senses clear;
Therefore I always stumbled thee,
That thou may'st stand with fear.
Because a child, that's never foil'd,

Will careless go alone;

He'll headlong run, and down he'll come,
And dash against a stone.

When this is done, his father's hand
He will hereafter crave;
Though stumbling then he goes along,
His father's hand doth save.
As many children partly fall,

When in their father's hand;
The father takes them in his arms,
He finds they cannot stand.

When tir'd they grow, thou well dost know,
The child doth then complain;
The father takes them in his arms,
And carries them along ;

If sleepy in his arms they grow,
He safely carries them home.
So here's the FATHER and the CHILD,
The SPIRIT and the BRIDE.
She leans upon her HUSBAND's arms,
The truth can't be denied;

If she's assaulted in the way,
The husband doth protect;
And if the rebel boldly grows,
The sword hath often fought;
For what have men of valour done,
Their honour to maintain?

Sooner than see their Bride become
A victim unto men,

A challenge send, mark what thou'st penn'd,
(For I shall challenge here ;)
Sooner than thee the victim be,
My sword shall surely clear.
Thy name and nature well I know;
What shall I answer here?
If I should let my Spirit go,

Thy eyes thou drown'st in tears;
Therefore asleep thou still must keep,
Until the challenge come.*
Have I no second in the pit,

To bear my armour then,

To draw a sword (I mean the WORD,)
And prove I'm injur'd here?

To say my Bride hath been misled,

And an adulterer ?

The words are high, the cause I'll try,

My glittering sword shall come;

I'll never stoop so low to look,

And let my honour down.

The challenge in the hand-bills in January, 1803.

I have begun, I will go on
To vindicate the Bride;
And if a second I have none,
(The field is open'd wide,

The challenge bold,) the fight I'll hold,
And no man will I fear;

For conquering I will conquer now—
I'll surely kill or cure.
As I've begun I'll now go on,
And prove the Bride is free;
For an impostor she is none,
And that you all shall see.
A wife may often be mistook,

In what her husband meant;

Part of his words discern'd them not,

To fathom his designs;

For often this is done by man,

He tells not all his mind.

Now to that purpose I shall come,

And fully answer here;

This is a perfect type for man,
Which in the end I'll clear."

From the Sealed Writings, opened on the 12th of January, 1803.

Old Christmas-day, 1795, I was commanded to write and seal up the King, with half the nation that was loyal to him, and seal it before twelve o'clock, and then go out and look at the moon. "I sealed it up at eleven, and went out to look at the moon, and saw a great mist over the earth and in the heavens; so that the earth was covered with the mist, and there was not a star to be seen; but only a halo round the moon. I saw something remarkable in the moon, and the clouds round it. I called to Mrs. Minifie and Mrs. Woolland: they said it was too cold to stay out. I saw an appearance of a man dart through the moon, and I said,