And did those feet in ancient time
Walk on New England's mountains green
And was the holy Lamb of God
On New 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 New England's green and pleasant Land.
Based on "Jerusalem," by William Blake
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