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William Blake - From ‘Milton’
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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 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.
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