Jerusalem (Blake)


 * And did those feet in ancient time
 * Walk upon England's mountains 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 those 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.