THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS 



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"AND EVERY CHAMj ERED ( EL] BEFORE THEE LIES REVEALED." 



Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, 

 Child of the wandering sea, 

 Cast from her lap, forlorn ! 

 From thy dead lips a clearer note is born 

 Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! 



While on mine ear it rin^s. 

 Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — 



Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, 

 As the swift seasons roll ! 

 Leave thy low-vaulted past ! 

 Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 

 Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 



Till thou at length art free, 

 Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! 



— Oliver II end ell Holmes. 

 Published by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, Massachusetts 



