Plate 6

His spectre driv'n by the Starry Wheels of Albions sons, black and Opake divided from his back; he labours and he mourns! For as his Emanation divided, his Spectre also divided In terror of those starry wheels: and the Spectre stood over Los Howling in pain: a blackning Shadow, blackning dark & opake Cursing the terrible Los: bitterly cursing him for his friendship To Albion, suggesting murderous thoughts against Albion.

Los rag'd and stamp'd the earth in his might & terrible wrath! He stood and stampd the earth! then he threw down his hammer in rage & In fury: then he sat down and wept, terrified! Then arose And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer: But still the Spectre divided, and still his pain increas'd!

In pain the Spectre divided: in pain of hunger and thirst: To devour Los's Human Perfection, but when he saw that Los