Milton: And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time
William Blake
1 And did those feet in ancient time 2 Walk upon England's mountains green? 3 And was the holy Lamb of God 4 On England's pleasant pastures seen? 5 And did the Countenance Divine 6 Shine forth upon our clouded hills? 7 And was Jerusalem builded here 8 Among these dark Satanic mills? 9 Bring me my bow of burning gold: 10 Bring me my arrows of desire: 11 Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! 12 Bring me my chariot of fire. 13 I will not cease from mental fight, 14 Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 15 Till we have built Jerusalem 16 In England's green and pleasant land.
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