To Tirzah

Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth,

Must be consumed with the Earth

To rise from Generation free:

Then what have I to do with thee?

The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride

Blowd 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 my Heart.

And with false self-deceiving tears.

Didst blind 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?