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[163] Kenoza! o'er no sweeter lake
     Shall morning break or noon-cloud sail,—
No fairer face than thine shall take
     The sunset's golden veil.

Long be it ere the tide of trade
     Shall break with harsh-resounding din
The quiet of thy banks of shade,
     And hills that fold thee in.

Still let thy woodlands hide the hare,
     The shy loon sound his trumpet-note,
Wing-weary from his fields of air,
     The wild-goose on thee float.

Thy peace rebuke our feverish stir,
     Thy beauty our deforming strife;
Thy woods and waters minister
     The healing of their life.

And sinless Mirth, from care released,
     Behold, unawed, thy mirrored sky,
Smiling as smiled on Cana's feast
     The Master's loving eye.

And when the summer day grows dim,
     And light mists walk thy mimic sea,
Revive in us the thought of Him
     Who walked on Galilee!

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