As a shell upon the shore Has an echo evermore From the sea, As I lift to my ear And the music soft and clear Comes to me; So this tide-tossed soul of mine Has an echo still divine From above, Though it carries many a scar And the storm had borne it far From God's love. But the Shepherd of the sea Took me from the vile debris On the shore, Made my heart with his to blend That an echo might ascend Evermore. Drifting one, whoe'er you be, Tossing on life's sinful sea, Sorely driven, Hark the echo in thy soul Calling for a nobler goal— God and heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET AN EPITAPH ON A DUTCH CAPTAIN by PHILIP AYRES THE WATCHMAN'S REPORT by JOHN BOWRING HODGE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES COUNTRY FELLOWS AND THE ASS; ABSURDITY OF ATTEMPTING TO PLEASE ALL MEN by JOHN BYROM SUMMER'S ADIEU by JOHN JAY CHAPMAN |