This is a quick trip, to walk around London for a day and then to attend the East Midlands Sacred Harp Convention in the Village Hall in Kegworth, Leicestershire. My friends Jim and Denise will be there (they are currently in Paris) and also my friends Matt and Lara along with their son and we will all have a fine visit with our British friends whom we have come to know over the years and whom we have sung with many times. There will be pleasure in abundance.
Now that I'm a barfly, on this trip I plan to check out a pub in Soho called The King's Arms. We'll see if the publike qualities I've been trying to pretend the Minneapolis Eagle has are present in an actual pub.
The poem in my head has moved from Browning to Blake:
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's 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 England's green and pleasant land.
That runs through my head as I gaze out the train window on my way to Derby, I've found.