I gathered shells upon the sand,
Each shell a little perfect thing,
So frail, yet potent to withstand
The mountain-waves' wild buffeting.
Through storms no ship could dare to brave
The little shells float lightly, save
All that they might have lost of fine
Shape and soft colour crystalline.
Yet I amid the world's wild surge
Doubt if my soul can face the strife,
The waves of circumstance that urge
That slight ship on the rocks of life.
O soul, be brave, for He who saves
The frail shell in the giant waves,
Will bring thy puny bark to land
Safe in the hollow of His hand.
Sea-shells
E. (edith) Nesbit
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Poem topics: life, lost, perfect, world, face, bring, doubt, mountain, shape, soft, colour, save, circumstance, strife, brave, soul, wild, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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