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Windermere
By Jeff Johnson with words by John Keble (1792 - 1876)

Looking through the window,
Out upon the lake,
Windermere is trying to sleep,
But continues to awake.

High above the village,
Standing on a hill,
An angel sings a psalmody that interrupts the still.

Her song seeps through the cracks and gaps
of the weathered window frame,
It fills the room with praises of an even older name.
Through the walls that form this room,
I'm taken to that hill,
Face to face with someone that my memory marvels still.

I could never hear these sounds,
I could never see.
I could never feel this breeze until you blew on me.
I could never love, really,
I could never fear,
Oh, I would have never ever thought that I'd be standing here!

Thou who has given me eyes to see,
and love this sight so fair.
Give me heart to find thee out
and read thee everywhere.*

*Note: Keble's poem is carved on a stone mounted on top of Orrest Head overlooking Lake Windermere, England.

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