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Show THE WANDERER. Upon a mountain high, far from the sea, I found a shell. And to my listening: ear the lonely thin Ever a song of ocean Eeemed to sing, 'Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell. How came th shell upon that mountain moun-tain height? Ah, who can say Whether there dropped by some too careless hand. Or whether there cast when ocean swept the land, Ere the Eternal had ordained the day? Strange, was it not? Far from its native na-tive deep. One song it sang, Sang of the awful mysteries of the tide. Sang of the misty sea, profound and wide, Ever with echos of the ocean rang. And as the shell upon the mountain height Sings of the sea, So do I ever, leagues and leagues away, So do I ever, wandering where I may. Sing, O my home; sing, O my home of thee! Eugene Field. |