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And did those feet in
ancient times Walk over England's
mountains green And was the holy lamb of
god In England's pleasant
pastures seen? And did the countenance
divine Shine over England's fields
and hills And was Jerusalem builded
here Among these dark satanic
mills? Bring me my bow of burning
gold Bring me my arrows of
desire Bring me by spear, oh
clouds unfold, Bring me my chariot of fire I shall not cease from
mental strife Nor shall my sword sleep in
my hand Till we have built
Jerusalem In England's green and
pleasant land. - “Jerusalem”,a hymn by
William Blake