ORIGINAL POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXI, Issue 1809, 8 December 1879, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

Lines suggested by the look on a little child’s face on bearing the Murmur of the Shell. I. My bonnie boy, what do you hear As I hold the shell to your listening ear ? Do you hear the surge of the billows bright As they break on the shore, then foam so so white? You raise your innocent, wondering eyes To mine, with a look of sweet surprise. And I ask, “ Baby, what does it say ? ” You cry “ boom, boom,” in your pretty way. 11. 'Tis the voice of the great sea, baby dear, The murmur of Ocean that you hear. It speaks of the joyous, sparkling sea. As the vessel bounds o’er the waves so free ; It tells of storms, fierce, wild, and dark, And the fate of many a gallant bark. Hold it close to your ear and listen well, ’Tis the soft low murmur of the Shell! 111. Ah 1 baby darling, how will it be When you sail alone o’er Life’s great sea ? I trust 'twill be calm, happy, and bright, With very few storms my dear one to fright; And when Life’s voyage is over and past May you reach the haven of peace at last. Nemo,