harold, the wanderer.
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'Twas midnight, when o'er the vessel's side, two figures leant,
Watching the phosphorescent lights that were o'er the ocean sent.
Admidst the cordage the night winds softly play,
And the moon-beams are dancing in their fitful way.
The lovely southern cross gleams in the azure sky
And Orion's bright belt salutes their watchful eye,
All peaceful, fair, calm, and so serene,
And seem more beautiful than summer's noon-tide dream.
"Oh! Harold, how I love these heavenly tropic scenes!—
They seem so lovely, and to me so serene
In their lone beauty; so calm and still,—
Nothing so much on earth speaks of the Almighty will
As this grand, yet lone, and pathless deep,
When the moon and stars their midnight vigils keep."
"Oh! Ernold, I also love these splendid tropic nights;
They seem to me so beautious, fair, and bright."
Watching the phosphorescent lights that were o'er the ocean sent.
Admidst the cordage the night winds softly play,
And the moon-beams are dancing in their fitful way.
The lovely southern cross gleams in the azure sky
And Orion's bright belt salutes their watchful eye,
All peaceful, fair, calm, and so serene,
And seem more beautiful than summer's noon-tide dream.
"Oh! Harold, how I love these heavenly tropic scenes!—
They seem so lovely, and to me so serene
In their lone beauty; so calm and still,—
Nothing so much on earth speaks of the Almighty will
As this grand, yet lone, and pathless deep,
When the moon and stars their midnight vigils keep."
"Oh! Ernold, I also love these splendid tropic nights;
They seem to me so beautious, fair, and bright."
The morning came, all was bright and fair,
The albatross was wheeling in the upper air,
With eagle eye its ward and watch to keep,
The albatross was wheeling in the upper air,
With eagle eye its ward and watch to keep,
