And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon England's mountains green:
And was the body Lamb of God.
On England's pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem built here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O cloud unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Not shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
'Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green & pleasant Land.