Chap: VII.

• 1. They named the child Orc, he grew
• Fed with milk of Enitharmon
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• 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
• A tight'ning girdle grew,
• Around his bosom. In sobbings
• He burst the girdle in twain,
• But still another girdle
• Opressd his bosom, In sobbings
• Again he burst it. Again
• Another girdle succeeds
• The girdle was form'd by day;
• By night was burst in twain.
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• 3. These falling down on the rock
• Into an iron Chain
• In each other link by link lock'd
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• 4. 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
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• 5. The dead heard the voice of the child
• And began to awake from sleep
• All things. heard the voice of the child
• And began to awake to life.
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• 6. And Urizen craving with hunger
• Stung with the odours of Nature
• Explor'd his dens around
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• 7. He form'd a line & a plummet
• To divide the Abyss beneath.
• He form'd a dividing rule:
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• 8. 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
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• 9. But Los encircled Enitharmon
• With fires of Prophecy
• From the sight of Urizen & Orc.
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• 10. And she bore an enormous race