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The Book of Urizen: Chapter VII
They named the child Orc, he grew
Fed with milk of Enitharmon
Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
A tight'ning girdle grew,
Around his bosom.
He burst the girdle in twain,
But still another girdle
Opressd his bosom, In sobbings
Again he burst it.
Another girdle succeeds
The girdle was form'd by day;
By night was burst in twain.
These falling down on the rock
Into an iron Chain
In each other link by link lock'd
They took Orc to the top of a mountain.
O how Enitharmon wept!
They chain'd his young limbs to the rock
With the Chain of Jealousy
Beneath Urizens deathful shadow
The dead heard the voice of the child
And began to awake from sleep
heard the voice of the child
And began to awake to life.
And Urizen craving with hunger
Stung with the odours of Nature
Explor'd his dens around
He form'd a line & a plummet
To divide the Abyss beneath.
He form'd a dividing rule:
He formed scales to weigh;
He formed massy weights;
He formed a brazen quadrant;
He formed golden compasses
And began to explore the Abyss
And he planted a garden of fruits
But Los encircled Enitharmon
With fires of Prophecy
From the sight of Urizen & Orc.
And she bore an enormous race
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