A Scallop Shell, Loosed By The Lifting Tide, Had Left A Friendly Shore, The Seas To Brave; Its Lips Of Pink And Snowy Hollow Shone Pure In The Sun, A Pearl Upon The Wave. It Gleamed And Passed-You Burdened It With Love, With Sweet Long Futures, New And Dreamy Days: And Named For Me-Because I Held Your Hopes. I Bid You Hush-Not Meriting Your Praise. I Pointed, Where Your Vessel Came To Shore, Wrecked Where The Tiny Breakers Rose And Fell; And Bid Your Voyagers Not Put To Sea So Fail A Craft As This Poor Scallop Shell.