And did those feet, in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountain green ?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen ?
And did the countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills ?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills ?
Bring me my bow, of burning gold !
Bring me my arrows of desire !
Bring me my spear, O'clouds unfold !
Bring me my chariot of fire !
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
William Blake Circa 1804
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