The Book of Urizen

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Plate 2.

Preludium

Of the primeval Priest's assum'd power,

When Eternals spurn'd back his religion,

And gave him a place in the north,

Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.



Eternals, I hear your call gladly,

Dictate swift winged words, & fear not

To unfold your dark visions of torment.



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