Days to go: 937 -- Pieces to go: 10

Day 63:

JERUSALEM

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,
Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

(Words: William Blake, Music: C.H.H. Parry)

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Day 28:

AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE

Man was made for Joys and Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy and Woe are woven fine
A clothing for the Soul divine
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

(William Blake)