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Poetical sketches by William Blake now first reprinted from the original edition of 1783/A War Song

< Poetical sketches by William Blake now first reprinted from the original edition of 1783

A WAR SONG


TO ENGLISHMEN.


PREPARE, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
The Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!
                    Prepare, prepare.

Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare
Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth!
Prepare your arms for glorious victory!
Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!
                    Prepare, prepare.

Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks 'tis mine!
Why sinks my heart, why faltereth my tongue?
Had I three lives, I 'd die in such a cause,
And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field.
                    Prepare, prepare.

The arrows of Almighty God are drawn!
Angels of Death stand in the lowering heavens!

Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,
And walk together on the clouds of heaven!
                    Prepare, prepare.

Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause;
Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause:
Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:
Prepare, O troops that are to fall to-day!
                    Prepare, prepare.

Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice;
The Norman William and the learned Clerk,
And Lion-Heart, and black-brow'd Edward with
His loyal queen shall rise, and welcome us!
                    Prepare, prepare.


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