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The Coral Branch.
I thought my branch of coral
A pretty shrub might be,
Until I learned a little worm
Had made it in the sea—
Down, down so deep,
Where dark waters sleep,
The coral insect lives;
But rests not there,
With toil and care,
It upward, upward strives.
A pretty shrub might be,
Until I learned a little worm
Had made it in the sea—
Down, down so deep,
Where dark waters sleep,
The coral insect lives;
But rests not there,
With toil and care,
It upward, upward strives.
It builds its coral palaces,
Than lofty hills more high;
And then, the structure to complete,
The little worm must die,—
Thus teaching me,
When coral I see,
That, dying, I should leave
Some good work here,
My friends to cheer,
When o'er my tomb they grieve.
Than lofty hills more high;
And then, the structure to complete,
The little worm must die,—
Thus teaching me,
When coral I see,
That, dying, I should leave
Some good work here,
My friends to cheer,
When o'er my tomb they grieve.
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