And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon England's mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands 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 Englands green & pleasant Land
The left need to embrace those last two verses in particular.
No one else is going to do it.
And yes - I know it says England - and I know it will challenge some with its allusions to faith - and I think more broadly on both - but this is the night of the Last Night of the Proms - and we have to embrace the paradox of the absurdity and yet sheer joy of that occasion and not be embarrassed about either - and indeed claim them as our own.