Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountain green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divineShine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded hereAmong 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,Till we have built JerusalemIn England's green and pleasant land.