The golden string
I give you the end of a golden string;
Only wind it into a ball,
It will lead you in at Heaven’s gate,
Built in Jerusalem’s wall …
England! awake! awake! awake!
Jerusalem thy sister calls!
Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death,
And close her from thy ancient walls?
Thy hills and valleys felt her feet
Gently upon their bosoms move:
Thy gates beheld sweet Zion’s ways;
Then was a time of joy and love.
And now the time returns again:
Our souls exult, and London’s towers
Receive the Lamb of God to dwell
In England’s green and pleasant bowers.
—William Blake
THE WRITERS & ARTISTS SPIRITUALITY SERIES on The Culturium offers a contemplative exploration of the spiritual dimensions in the lives and works of artists rooted in the south of England. Through a blend of poetic prose and evocative imagery, it delves into how landscapes like the South Downs and the High Weald have inspired creative minds, weaving together themes of nature, art and transcendence.
Thomas Hardy
Far from the madding crowd
Jane Austen
It is a truth universally acknowledged …
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