Shells of the Ocean

H. J. Wehman, Song Publisher, 50 Chatham St., N. Y.

Shells of the Ocean.

One Summer eve, with pensive thought,
I wandered on the sea-beat shore,
Where oft, in heedless infant sport,
I gathered shells in days before;
Where oft, in heedless infant sport,
I gathered shells in days before.

The splashing waves like music fell,
Responsive to my fancy wild,
A dream came o’er me like a spell,
I thought I was again a child;
A dream came o’er me like a spell,
I thought I was again a child.
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I stood upon the pebbly strand,
To cull the toys that round me lay,
But as I took them in my hand,
I threw them on by one away;
But as I took them in my hand,
I threw them one by one away.
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“Oh, thus,” I said, “in every stage,
By toys our fancy is beguiled,
We gather shells from youth to age,
And then we leave them like a child;
We gather shells from youth to age,
And then we leave them like a child.”
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