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The Scallop Shell
A SCALLOP shell, loosed by the lifting tide,
Had left a friendly shore, the seas to brave ;
Its lips of pink and snowy hollow shone
Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the wave.
It gleamed and passed — you burdened it with love,
With sweet long futures, new and dreamy days :
And named for me — because I held your hopes.
I bid you hush — not meriting your praise.
I pointed, as your vessel came to shore,
Wrecked where the tiny breakers rose and fell ;
And bid your voyagers not put to sea
So frail a craft as this poor scallop shell.