Dear Hearts, Farewell.

Chapter V.

O London, London
my bowels are rolled together

in me

for thee
and my compassions within me
are kindled towards thee

and now I only tell thee
that it was not in vain
that this form has been brought
so far to thee
to proclaim the day of the Lord
throughout the streets
day and night
for twelve or thirteen days together

and that I have been made such a sign
and a wonder before many
of thine inhabitants' faces

Many of them

among other strange exploits

beholding me
fall down flat at the feet
of cripples
beggars
lazars
kissing their feet
and resigning up my money to them
being several times over-emptied of money
that I have not had one penny left
and yet have recruited again

And now, my hearts!
you have been forwardly
in all the appearances of God
there is a strange one

now on foot

judge it not
lest you be judged
with a vengeance

Turn not away your eyes from it
lest you

to your torment

hear this voice

I was a stranger
and ye took me not in

well
I bow down before Eternal Majesty
who is Universal Love
bow down to equality
or free community
that no more of your blood be spilt
that pride
arrogance
covetousness
malice
hypocrisy
self-seeking

&c.

may live no longer
else I tremble
at what's coming upon you

remember
you have been warned
with a witness

dear hearts
farewell

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