And did those feet in ancient time
Walk on our land and mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
Upon our pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those 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 chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In our green and pleasant land.
William Blake 1804, adapted
music: Jerusalem
