Jerusalem

When hours had I for sunlit runs
O'er burnt tangle springs past
A house preserved twilights spun
There Blake's pen to parchment fast

Onward ground the flour mills
Upward built a people chilled
Outward spread the fabric weaved
In wards scattered right believed

And on that mountain, far from grace
Some gate twixt Mo and Dave
Shining menace wailing face
Temple sword of nations saved

Do I now draft
Gods help me
Truly