Shell-Tints

SEA-SHELL, whence the rainbow dyes,
Flashing in thy sunset skies?
Thou wast in the penal brine,
When appeared the saving sign.
" Yea; but when the bow was bended,
Hope, that hung it in the sky,
Down into the deep descended
Where the starless shadows lie;
And with tender touch of glory,
Traced in living lines of love,
On my lowly walls, the story
Written in the heavens above. "
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