William Blake - To Tirzah lyrics

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 s**es sprung from shame and pride, Blowed in the morn, in evening died; But mercy changed d**h into sleep; The s**es rose to work and weep. Thou, mother of my mortal part, With cruelty didst mould my heart, And with false self-deceiving tears Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears, Didst close my tongue in senseless clay, And me to mortal life betray. The d**h of Jesus set me free: Then what have I to do with thee?