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A Parable.
I found upon the shore
A splendid shell,
Which to my house I bore,
And treasured well.
A splendid shell,
Which to my house I bore,
And treasured well.
I laid me down and slept,
Nor peril weened,
Till forth a crab-thing crept,
A foul, fierce fiend.
Nor peril weened,
Till forth a crab-thing crept,
A foul, fierce fiend.
O Land, whose glory grew
Of love and song!
What devil overthrew
A soul so strong?
Of love and song!
What devil overthrew
A soul so strong?
Cast out, cast out the foe,
If ought remain
Of thy true self, to grow
A soul again!
If ought remain
Of thy true self, to grow
A soul again!
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