ingwe-frea
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O’ Splendid God, Riding upon your golden boar, I make my offerings in your name. Gathered from the green, making new seeds grow, I call to you, Ingwe-Frea. With sickle in hand, you reap the harvest, after your bounty grows. With you by my side, I know I’ll do well, and know I’ll always be…
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Eowend, Virility, You fill my soul with fertile seeds, taking root in my Feorþ, helping me grow, upward, upward, into something new and true. True to my heart, to my Hyge and Myne, reshaping my Lic, to match the Hama and Hiw inside. Hail to you, Ingwe-Frea, Swīnen, for one day too, shall I be…
Little Rabbit's Glen 