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SONNET.
AUGUSTINE.
Augustine, Scholar, Father, holy Saint,
Walked by the sounding ocean on the shore,
Turning in thought grave problems o'er and o'er,
To which he gave his soul without restraint,
Until it grew with musing sick and faint.
And as his baffled heart felt sad and sore,
A child he saw that rose-lipped sea-shell bore,
And fill'd it from the sea with motion quaint,—
Then taking it when full into his hand,
He carried it in happy childish bliss,
And emptied it in hole scoop'd in the sand.
“I mean,” he said, “to pour the deep in this”—
“Thus,” thought the Saint, “God infinite and grand,
My finite mind would hold and understand.”
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