a sea-shell

Irish Jesuit Province

A Sea-ShellAuthor(s): Michael EarlsSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 31, No. 365 (Nov., 1903), p. 614Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20500514 .

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A SEA-SHELL

ONCE a child with happy fancy Held a sea-shell to her ear,

Listened to the distant ocean, Bade her mother come and hear.

" Oh, my mother, list the moaning,

Sad and low&it seems to be."

"'Tis the waters' Miserere For the dead beneath the sea]"

Now, my mother, hear the singing,

Crooning low, but sounding far."

"Some lone mother, for her sailor, Calls the care of Ocean's Star."

"Oh, my mother, there is shrieking, And I hear a lonely cry."

"Now the sailor rides the rigging,

As the storm-winds whistle by."

Mother, who is gladly singing Like a spring-bird on the lea?"

"Oh, the sailor, near his harbour,

Sings of Mary, Star of Sea."

"Now, my mother, there is music

Glad like waves that kiss the shore.") "'Tis the mother and her sailor

Meeting at a cottage door."

MICHAEL EARLS, S.J.

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