A Bream Of A Dead Face

Dizzy wlth ocean'a roar, I wandered by the shore Wliere Bullen bcivlng wVtere rose and feil ; Wheo on the waye's green edge, Bwift oVr tbe sandy ledge, Up to ray feit iln re rolli il a delicate sliell - A palé pink Shell, dashed wlth the ocean's deus. Aud painted fair uiili morn'fl divinost huee. Su beftotiful It lay In lust llght ofday, Close to pink; eells I held my car. [ts hollow marmuT stola luto my troubled sool "Teil me," I cried, wlth rlvaltng hope aiul fer, "O shdl ! (hat moanest by the loncly shore, WlK'i-e are the frlends that come to us no more f" '"lic p:iviionate qiipRtion dieil long the oce.in sile. Spuniod by dlsdalnlng wavcsto qniefe dis graoe; W'iu'ii, lo ! a Btrearn of lilit Dazzled nJy mortal slghl ; rhepaleplnk siia.i become a palo pink face; And eyea I londly km-.v, wlth llght divino, iS 1 1 1 : 1 1 cl iri'iillu memories as theylooked iu miao. The mnrmur now whlch came 3Iy restièss soul t tanie fTas mnslc sweet ofsoftly whlspered Ups; "O friend, complain w uorel gafe on o happy shöré' ïests the ilear freight of all tliy sunkcu sU: Whether tb se fie'fut wavcs recede or swell, To us who dweil beyond them.all ia well !" A glow !' rosy llame Uver tlie ocean came, 'rcmbliiiír a moment on its blue cspansc ; And in the fleetlng pay Floated too soou avvay 'hat sadderi visión (rom my pleadlng glance The soul [ loved escaped my beckonlng hand ; Tlie shell to whlch I clung droppcd, brokcu, on the saud.