And did those feet in ancient time <br /> Walk upon England's mountains green? <br /> And was the holy Lamb of God <br /> On England's pleasant pastures seen? <br /> <br /> And did the Countenance Divine <br /> Shine forth upon our clouded hills? <br /> And was Jerusalem builded here <br /> Among these dark Satanic Mills? <br /> <br /> Bring me my bow of burning gold! <br /> Bring me my arrows of desire! <br /> Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! <br /> Bring me my charriot of fire! <br /> <br /> I will not cease from mental fight, <br /> Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand <br /> Till we have built Jerusalem <br /> In England's green and pleasant land.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-new-jerusalem-2/
