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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

Blow’d in the morn: in evening died

But Mercy changd 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-decieving 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?

[written on illustration:]

It is Raised a Spiritual Body