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 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.