Home, finally

July 16, 2014 | By More

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 hills?
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 from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

Finally, home. Well England and in particular Stratford-upon-Avon and it will always be home for me. Life No.1. William Blake’s Jerusalem always brings a small tear to my eye. Especially when I get my first glimpse of the Green and pleasant land as I cross the ocean from Sweden. It’s nice to be back.

 

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