Jerusalem
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
In Englands green & pleasant Land.
Till we have built Jerusalem,
And was the holy Lamb of God,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
And did those feet in ancient time
And did the Countenance Divine,