Parry: Jerusalem

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 our hearts in us Demand shine forth Upon our blood and Tears? And was Jerusalem Builded here among those Dark satanic Hills? Bring me my Bow of burning gold! Bring me arrows of Desire! Bring spear! O clouds, Unfold! Bring me my Chariot Fire! I will not from mental Fight; nor shall my sword Sleep in my hand till we Have Built England's green and Pleasant land.