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harold, the wanderer.
Is there aught that Ernold can do or say
To clear thy path, and smooth thy rugged way?"
These words he spoke with such a gentle grace,
That Harold gazed in the kind speaker's face,
And thought some angel from the sky
Had flown from thence to earth, and hovered nigh!
As the sun light fell on his flaxen hair,
His form seemed so beautiful, bright, and fair:
His clear grey eye, so calm and mild,
And around his face, played a winning smile.
Harold told him how he had left his home,
O'er the wide world a lonely wand'rer to roam,
Regardless of all earthly bonds and ties;
And of his mother spoke with tears and sighs!—
"Harold," cried Ernold, "I will be your friend;
Wherever thy wandering steps may tend."
To clear thy path, and smooth thy rugged way?"
These words he spoke with such a gentle grace,
That Harold gazed in the kind speaker's face,
And thought some angel from the sky
Had flown from thence to earth, and hovered nigh!
As the sun light fell on his flaxen hair,
His form seemed so beautiful, bright, and fair:
His clear grey eye, so calm and mild,
And around his face, played a winning smile.
Harold told him how he had left his home,
O'er the wide world a lonely wand'rer to roam,
Regardless of all earthly bonds and ties;
And of his mother spoke with tears and sighs!—
"Harold," cried Ernold, "I will be your friend;
Wherever thy wandering steps may tend."
Time flies by, and-the surging channels past,
The ocean broad is gained at last;
New hopes now play in Harold's hazel eye,
His heart is light, and now no longer sighs;
New thoughts, new hopes, can find a rest
In his young and ardent breast.
His trouble o'er, he can now happy be
As he sails on the broad and boundless sea!
The ocean broad is gained at last;
New hopes now play in Harold's hazel eye,
His heart is light, and now no longer sighs;
New thoughts, new hopes, can find a rest
In his young and ardent breast.
His trouble o'er, he can now happy be
As he sails on the broad and boundless sea!
