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 England's green and pleasant land. 



William Blakb. 



