Blake's Jerusalem

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 built here

Amongst 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.