Jerusalem

William Blake

1757 to 1827

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Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And did those feet in ancient time
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
In Englands green & pleasant Land.
Till we have built Jerusalem,
And did the Countenance Divine,
And was Jerusalem builded here,