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IVAR INGEMUNDSON’S LAY 61
Or wast Thou in the hunger?
Wast Thou in the pest?
Wast Thou in the sword of the heathen?
Saltest Thou with the salt of wrath?
Refinest Thou with suffering’s fire?
Hast Thou millions of millions hidden in Thy
future,
Whom Thou thus wilt save to freedom?
Oh, to them are the thousands that now suffer
But one,
And that one I would beseech Thee for—
Nothing!
I follow a little brook
And find it leads to an ocean,
I see here a little drop,
And swelling in mist it mounts a mighty cloud.
See, how I’m tossed so will-less
By troublous waves of doubt,
The wind overturned my little boat,
The wreck is all my refuge.
Lead me, lead me,
I see nowhere land!
Lift me, lift me,
I nowhere footing find!
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