Thou, mother of my mortal part,
 With cruelty didst mould my heart,
 And with false self-deceiving tears
 Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and 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?

 The voice of the ancient Bard

 Youth of delight! come hither
 And see the opening morn,
 Image of Truth new-born. 
 Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
 Dark disputes and artful teazing. 
 Folly is an endless maze;
 Tangled roots perplex her ways;
 How many have fallen there! 
 They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
 And feel —­ they know not what but care;
 And wish to lead others, when they should be led.

APPENDIX

 A divine image

 Cruelty has a human heart,
   And Jealousy a human face;
 Terror the human form divine,
   And Secresy the human dress.

 The human dress is forged iron,
   The human form a fiery forge,
 The human face a furnace sealed,
   The human heart its hungry gorge.

Note:  Though written and engraved by Blake, “A divine image” was never included in the songs of innocence and of experience.

William Blake’s

The book of Thel

THEL’S Motto

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole: 
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 
Or Love in a golden bowl?

THE BOOK of THEL

The Author & Printer Willm.  Blake. 1780

THEL

I

The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest:  she in paleness sought the secret air. 
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day: 
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.

O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water? 
Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall. 
Ah!  Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a reflection in a glass:  like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face. 
Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air: 
Ah! gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head. 
And gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gently hear the voice
Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.