Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake!

William Blake

1     England! awake! awake! awake! 
2         Jerusalem thy Sister calls!
3     Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death
4         And close her from thy ancient walls?

5     Thy hills and valleys felt her feet
6         Gently upon their bosoms move:
7     Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways:
8         Then was a time of joy and love.

9     And now the time returns again:
10       Our souls exult, and London's towers
11   Receive the Lamb of God to dwell
12       In England's green and pleasant bowers.

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