AND DID THOSE FEET IN ANCIENT TIME

And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England's  mountains green ?
And was the holy lamb of God
on England's pleasant pastures seen ?
And did the countenance divine
shine forth upon our clouded hills ?
And was Jerusalem builded here
amoung 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 chariot of fire !
I will not cease from mental fight,
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
till we have built Jerusalem
in England's green and pleasant land.

William Blake (1757 - 1827)