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I WOULD NOT 8TAY. 239
THE SEA SHELL.
Thou wand'rer from the mighty sea,
Is not the bosom of man like thee ?
It ha$h sounds, deep sounds, a yearning tone,
The echo of voices long since gone.
Thou hast a sound, 0 thou ocean shell! Was it caught from the rush of the heavy swell, And brought with thee from the sounding caves, Whence thou wert cast by the truant waves ?
So with the heart:—it hath yearnings high, A sense of its own immortality ; Though here, in the world's rough wilderness, It hath sounds from the waves of woe and bliss.
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I WOULD NOT STAY.
I would not stay forever here,
I long to seek a fairer clime, A higher, holier, happier sphere, ,
Beyond the blighting change of time. This pinion'd spirit longs to roam Beyond its poor terrestrial home,—• Earth has no charms, hope lends no ray To light my steps—I would not stay! -
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