Chap: IV:			[Pl. 4]
1: Forth flew the arrows of pestilence Round the pale living Corse on the tree			A4.9 A4.10
2: For in Urizens slumbers of abstraction In the infinite ages of Eternity: When his Nerves of Joy melted & flow'd A white Lake on the dark blue air In perturb'd pain and dismal torment Now stretching out, now swift conglobing.
3: Effluvia vapor'd above In noxious clouds; these hover'd thick Over the disorganiz'd Immortal, Till petrific pain scurfd o'er the Lakes As the bones of man, solid & dark			A4.20
4: The clouds of disease hover'd wide Around the Immortal in torment Perching around the hurtling bones Disease on disease, shape on shape, Winged screaming in blood & torment.
5: The Eternal Prophet beat on his anvils Enrag'd in the desolate darkness He forg'd nets of iron around And Los threw them around the bones			A4.30
6: The shapes screaming flutter'd vain Some combin'd into muscles & glands Some organs for craving and lust Most remain'd on the tormented void: Urizens army of horrors.
7: Round the pale living Corse on the Tree Forty years flew the arrows of pestilence
8: Wailing and terror and woe Ran thro' all his dismal world: Forty years all his sons & daughters Felt their skulls harden; then Asia Arose in the pendulous deep.			A4.40
9: They reptilize upon the Earth.
10: Fuzon groand on the Tree.