The Sea Shell
There is found a tiny sea shell,Half-imbedded in the sand,Sometimes flashing in the moonlight,Like a diamond on the strand.And from out the winding chambersThat are hid within the shell,Ever steals a curious music,That doth never sink nor swell.But, like the far-off voice of ocean,Murmurs forth its monotone,Holding thus within its bosomE’er an ocean of its own.Thus the sea shells ever gatherLittle oceans in their breasts,Which do echo there for everOcean’s hymn, which never rests.Thus the soul will echo music,Born in heaven, and not of earth;And give praises all, for ever,To the One that gave it birth.[Pg 032]
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