And did those feet in ancient time, Walk upon Sosaria's mountains green: And was the holy Llama of Lord British, On Ocllo's pleasant pastures seen! And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Ocllo builded here, Among such dark Lich chills? 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 Ocllo, In Sosaria's green & pleasant Land.