To Tirzah - Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

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!

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

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

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

Thou mother of my mortal part

With cruelty didst mould my heart

And with false self-deceiving tears

Didst bind my nostrils eyes & ears

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

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!

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body

It is raised a spiritual body