England! awake! awake! awake! <br /> Jerusalem thy Sister calls! <br /> Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death <br /> And close her from thy ancient walls? <br /> <br /> Thy hills and valleys felt her feet <br /> Gently upon their bosoms move: <br /> Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways: <br /> Then was a time of joy and love. <br /> <br /> And now the time returns again: <br /> Our souls exult, and London's towers <br /> Receive the Lamb of God to dwell <br /> In England's green and pleasant bowers.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/england-awake-awake-awake/
