(Poem by William Blake. Set to music at some point. Featured in
Chariots of Fire)
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 that countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among our 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
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land!
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