HAROLD, THE WANDERER.
PART THE FIRST.
THE anchor's weighed, the noble sails are set,
And with a parting tear young Harold's cheeks are wet;
His eyes were dim as he watched the fading strand,
And with a lonely heart, he leaves his native land:
Perhaps for many years a wanderer to roam,
Far from his country, kindred, friends, and home!—
Lonely and sad he leans o'er the vessel's side,
Watching the sea gulls as they playfully dive,
Unconscious that any kind friend is near
Silently watching the fast flowing tear.
A hand is lightly on his shoulder pressed,
And by a stranger's voice he is thus addressed:—
"Poor boy!—Thou seemest sad and lonely here,
Banish such sad thoughts, and dry those bitter tears!
And with a parting tear young Harold's cheeks are wet;
His eyes were dim as he watched the fading strand,
And with a lonely heart, he leaves his native land:
Perhaps for many years a wanderer to roam,
Far from his country, kindred, friends, and home!—
Lonely and sad he leans o'er the vessel's side,
Watching the sea gulls as they playfully dive,
Unconscious that any kind friend is near
Silently watching the fast flowing tear.
A hand is lightly on his shoulder pressed,
And by a stranger's voice he is thus addressed:—
"Poor boy!—Thou seemest sad and lonely here,
Banish such sad thoughts, and dry those bitter tears!
