`Now Art has lost its mental charms <br />France shall subdue the world in arms.' <br />So spoke an Angel at my birth; <br />Then said `Descend thou upon earth, <br />Renew the Arts on Britain's shore, <br />And France shall fall down and adore. <br />With works of art their armies meet <br />And War shall sink beneath thy feet. <br />But if thy nation Arts refuse, <br />And if they scorn the immortal Muse, <br />France shall the arts of peace restore <br />And save thee from the ungrateful shore.' <br /> <br />Spirit who lov'st Britannia's Isle <br />Round which the fiends of commerce smile --<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-art-has-lost-its-mental-charms/
