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And did those feet in ancient time, |
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Walk upon England's mountains green? |
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And was the Holy Lamb of God |
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On England's pleasant pastures seen? |
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And did the Countenance Divine, |
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Shine forth upon our clouded hills? |
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And was Jerusalem builded here |
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Among these dark Satanic mills? |
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Bring me my bow of burning gold! |
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Bring me my arrows of desire! |
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Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! |
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Bring me my Chariot of Fire! |
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I will not cease from mental fight; |
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Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand |
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Til we have built Jerusalem |
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In England's green and pleasant land. |
