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Poem "The New Jerusalem" by William Blake

       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.

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