11.Jerusalem
Lyricist：William Blake
Writer(s)：C. Hubert H. Parry
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 the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hill？
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 my mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have build the Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land!
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