And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God
My Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within
The Sun arises in the East, Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold; Swords and spears and wrath increast
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North
I saw a chapel all of gold That none did dare to enter in, And many weeping stood without,
My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud,
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God
A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way. My emanation far within
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest,
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild:
"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives it ease,
The Maiden caught me in the wild, Where I was dancing merrily; She put me into her Cabinet,
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight
Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now
Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, To rise from generation free: