And did those feet in long past time
 Walk on this land's hills of green?
 And was the most pure Lamb of God
 On this land's nice green fields once seen?

 And did the most pure face of God
 Shine forth on these our clouded hills?
 And was the Jews' Town once built here
 In with these dark and fell-made mills?

 Bring me my bow that burns with gold;
 Bring me my shafts of lust and dream;
 Bring me my spear: O clouds, lose folds!
 Bring me my war cart made of flame.

 I will not cease from my mind's fight,
 Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
 Till we have built our own Jews' Town
 In our king's green and quite nice land.

                                -- Will Blake