[Begin Page 97] Among indefinite Druid rocks & snows of doubt & reasoning.
Refusing all Definite Form, the Abstract Horror roofd. stony hard. And a first Age passed over & a State of dismal woe: 10
Down sunk with fright a red round Globe hot burning. deep Deep down into the Abyss. panting: conglobing: trembling And a second Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
Rolling round into two little Orbs & closed in two little Caves The Eyes beheld the Abyss: lest bones of solidness freeze over all 15 And a third Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
From beneath his Orbs of Vision, Two Ears in close volutions Shot spiring out in the deep darkness & petrified as they grew And a fourth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
Hanging upon the wind, Two Nostrils bent down into the Deep 20 And a fifth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
In ghastly torment sick, a Tongue of hunger & thirst flamed out And a sixth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
Enraged & stifled without & within: in terror & woe, he threw his Right Arm to the north, his left Arm to the south, & his Feet 25 Stampd the nether Abyss in trembling & howling & dismay And a seventh Age passed over & a State of dismal woe
Terrified Los stood in the Abyss & his immortal limbs Grew deadly pale; he became what he beheld: for a red Round Globe sunk down from his Bosom into the Deep in pangs 30 He hoverd over it trembling & weeping. suspended it shook The nether Abyss in temblings. he wept over it, he cherish'd it In deadly sickening pain: till separated into a Female pale As the cloud that brings the snow: all the while from his Back A blue fluid exuded in Sinews hardening in the Abyss 35 Till it separated into a Male Form howling in Jealousy
Within labouring. beholding Without: from Particulars to Generals Subduing his Spectre, they Builded the Looms of Generation They Builded Great Golgonooza Times on Times Ages on Ages First Orc was Born then the Shadowy Female: then All Los's Family 40 At last Enitharmon brought forth Satan Refusing Form, in vain The Miller of Eternity made subservient to the Great Harvest That he may go to his own Place Prince of the Starry Wheels Beneath the Plow of Rintrah & the harrow of the Almightyt In the hands of Palamabron. Where the Starry Mills of Satan Are built beneath the Earth & Waters of the Mundane Shell Here the Three Classes of Men take their Sexual texture Woven The Sexual is Threefold: the Human is Fourfold 5 [Begin Page 98] If you account it Wisdom when you are angry to be silent, and Not to shew it: I do not account that Wisdom but Folly. Every Mans Wisdom is peculiar to his own Individ[u]ality O Satan my youngest born, art thou not Prince of the Starry Hosts And of the Wheels of Heaven, to turn the Mills day & night? 10 Art thou not Newtons Pantocrator weaving the Woof of Locke To Mortals thy Mills seem every thing & the Harrow of Shaddai A scheme of Human conduct invisible & incomprehensible Get to thy Labours at the Mills & leave me to my wrath,
Satan was going to reply, but Los roll'd his loud thunders. 15
Anger me not! thou canst not drive the Harrow in pitys paths. Thy Work is Eternal Death, with Mills & Ovens & Cauldrons. Trouble me no more. thou canst not have Eternal Life
So Los spoke! Satan trembling obeyd weeping along the way. Mark well my words, they are of your eternal Salvation 20
Between South Molton Street & Stratford Place: Calvarys foot Where the Victims were preparing for Sacrifice their Cherubim Around their loins pourd forth their arrows & their bosoms beam With all colours of precious stones, & their inmost palaces Resounded with preparation of animals wild & tame 25 (Mark well my words! Corporeal Friends are Spiritual Enemies) Mocking Druidical Mathematical Proportion of Length Bredth Highth Displaying Naked Beauty! with Flute & Harp & Song
Palamabron with the fiery Harrow in morning returningt From breathing fields. Satan fainted beneath the artillery Christ took on Sin in the Virgins Womb, & put it off on the Cross
All pitied the piteous & was wrath with the wrathful & Los heard it.
And this is the manner of the Daughters of Albion in their beauty 5 Every one is threefold in Head & Heart & Reins, & every one Has three Gates into the Three Heavens of Beulah which shine Translucent in their Foreheads & their Bosoms & their Loins Surrounded with fires unapproachable: but whom they please They take up into their Heavens in intoxicating delight 10 For the Elect cannot be Redeemd, but Created continually By Offering & Atonement in the crue[l]ties of Moral Law Hence the three Classes of Men take their fix'd destinations They are the Two Contraries & the Reasoning Negative.
While the Females prepare the Victims. the Males at Furnaces 15 And Anvils dance the dance of tears & pain. loud lightnings Lash on their limbs as they turn the whirlwinds loose upon The Furnaces, lamenting around the Anvils & this their Song[:] [Begin Page 99]
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