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Ingeburg


Lakewater clean and holy shone,
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Lit white from high and low:—
Roll'd toward, away, along,
A shifting shore, in dream-spun glow;—
And in the swirl, a happy throng
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Of children splash'd and swam,
About one smiling, ageless face:—
I sleeping saw my sweet grandam
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The night she join'd God's grace.







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