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 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.
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