Text by William Blake
4. EXPERIENCE: TO TIRZAH
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free
The what have I to do with thee?
The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride
Blow'd in the morn, in evening died
But Mercy changed Death into Sleep
The Sexes rose to work & weep
Thou Mother of my Mortal part
With cruelty didst mould by Heart
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my Nostrils, Eyes, & Ears
Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay
And me to Mortal Life betray
The Death of Jesus set me free
Then what have I to do with thee?
