William Blake

Here you will find the Poem New Jerusalem, The of poet William Blake

New Jerusalem, The

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
	Among these 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 charriot 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.