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 chariot 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/and-did-those-feet-in-ancient-time/
