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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