(Urizen, from his cave,
speaks his philosophy)
Here alone I, in books form'd of metals,
Have written the secrets of wisdom,
The secrets of dark contemplation
By fightings and conflicts dire
With terrible monsters Sin-bred,
Which the bosoms of all inhabit,
Seven deadly Sins of the soul.
Lo! I unfold my darkness, and on
This rock place with strong hand the Book
Of eternal brass, written in my solitude:
Laws of peace, of love, of unity,
Of pity, compassion, forgiveness.
Let each chuse one habitation,
His ancient infinite mansion.
One command, one joy, one desire,
One curse, one weight, one measure,
One King, one God, one Law.
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