And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountain 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 those 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.
What is becoming England’s national hymn or song is my very favorite piece of music. I love it. Based on a poem by William Blake from 1804, Sir Hubert Parry adapted it to the tune Jerusalem.
You learn something new, every day. In 1916, when it became a song to help the country deal with the ravages of World War I, it became one of the official hymns of the Suffragette Movement. My grandmother Reidhead, her sisters and her mother were Suffragettes, marching for women’s rights in Minnesota. They were among the first women in the state of Minnesota to vote the first day they were allowed.
“…In 1917, Parry conducted it for the ladies of the Albert Hall choir as part of a call in favour of National Service for Women. This signalled a closer relationship with the women’s suffrage movement which Parry and his wife, Maude, supported.A year later, Jerusalem was sung at a suffrage demonstration concert and it was decided it would become the hymn of the Women Voters – the song was adopted by the Women’s Institute as their anthem in 1924...”
During a week when I am totally ashamed of the liberal feminists who think they understand why it is important for women to demand their rights, I think we need to go back to a few basics. You do not make up stories to destroy a good man, just because he is a Republican. Being a feminist, supporting women’s rights is a responsibility. Destroying good and honorable men is evil. Next Monday, if the inquisition of Judge Kavanaugh is allowed to continue, we are going to be subjected to the very worst of human nature, screaming and protesting, trying to ruin a good man.