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Fuseli - V. THE GOOD OLD MAN DYING.
Book - 5 Death of the Strong Wicked Man
Perhaps it is worth noting that in Fuseli's title to the fifth illustration to Blair's The Grave, he used the word 'dying' instead of 'death' to describe what was happening. Dying is a process which takes place in the world of matter. It is the relinquishing the natural body to be replaced by the spiritual body. Man enters the Door of Death into Eternal Death not naked but carrying a body fit for Eden.
Blake taught that the babe is born innocent and bearing the potential for goodness to be expressed as he journeys through life in the material world. The Good Old Man Dying has not accumulated sorrows and regrets as he traveled through the Vale of Death for he lived in hope and faith and love patiently awaiting the glory which would be revealed.
Prayer of St Francis
Annotations to Reynolds, (E 656) "Reynolds Thinks that Man Learns all that he Knows I say on the Contrary That Man Brings All that he has or Can have Into the World with him. Man is Born Like a Garden ready Planted & Sown This World is too poor to produce one Seed"
Four Zoas, Night VII, Page 86, (E 369) "Come hither be patient let us converse together because I also tremble at myself & at all my former life Enitharmon answerd I behold the Lamb of God descending To Meet these Spectres of the Dead I therefore fear that he Will give us to Eternal Death fit punishment for such Hideous offenders Uttermost extinction in eternal pain An ever dying life of stifling & obstruction shut out Of existence to be a sign & terror to all who behold Lest any should in futurity do as we have done in heaven Such is our state nor will the Son of God redeem us but destroy PAGE 98  So Enitharmon spoke trembling & in torrents of tears Los sat in Golgonooza in the Gate of Luban where He had erected many porches where branchd the Mysterious Tree Where the Spectrous dead wail & sighing thus he spoke to Enitharmon Lovely delight of Men Enitharmon shady refuge from furious war Thy bosom translucent is a soft repose for the weeping souls Of those piteous victims of battle there they sleep in happy obscurity They feed upon our life we are their victims. Stern desire I feel to fabricate embodied semblances in which the dead May live before us in our palaces & in our gardens of labour Which now opend within the Center we behold spread abroad To form a world of Sacrifice of brothers & sons & daughters To comfort Orc in his dire sufferings; look! my fires enlume afresh Before my face ascending with delight as in ancient times"
Four Zoas, Night VIII Page 103, (E 376) "In Golgonoozas Furnaces among the Anvils of time & space Thus forming a Vast family wondrous in beauty & love And they appeard a Universal female form created, From those who were dead in Ulro from the Spectres of the dead PAGE 104 (FIRST PORTION) And Enitharmon namd the Female Jerusalem the holy Wondring she saw the Lamb of God within Jerusalems Veil The divine Vision seen within the inmost deep recess Of fair Jerusalems bosom in a gently beaming fire Then sang the Sons of Eden round the Lamb of God & said Glory Glory Glory to the holy Lamb of God Who now beginneth to put off the dark Satanic body Now we behold redemption Now we know that life Eternal Depends alone upon the Universal hand & not in us Is aught but death In individual weakness sorrow & pain"
Four Zoas, Night VIII, Page 104 (SECOND PORTION), (E 378) "Los said to Enitharmon Pitying I saw Pitying the Lamb of God Descended thro Jerusalems gates To put off Mystery time after time & as a Man Is born on Earth so was he born of Fair Jerusalem In mysterys woven mantle & in the Robes of Luvah He stood in fair Jerusalem to awake up into Eden The fallen Man but first to Give his vegetated body To be cut off & separated that the Spiritual body may be Reveald"
Prayer of St Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.