Now Art has lost its mental Charms
by William Blake (1757–1827) English
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Now Art has lost its mental Charms
France shall subdue the World in Arms
So spoke an Angel at my birth
Then said Descend thou upon Earth
5Renew the Arts on Britains Shore
And France shall fall down & adore
With works of Art their Armies meet
And War shall sink beneath thy feet
But if thy Nation Arts refuse
10And if they scorn the immortal Muse
France shall the arts of Peace restore
And save thee from the Ungrateful shore
Spirit who lovst Brittannias Isle
Round which the Fiends of Commerce smile
[unfinished]
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