Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time walk upon Englands mountains green
and was the holy Lamb of God on Englands pleasant pastures seen
and did the countenance divine shine forth upon our clouded hills
and was Jerusalem builded here among 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
til we have built Jerusalem in Englands green and pleasant land