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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