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harold, the wanderer.
O'er the face of the calm and quiet deep.
The glorious sun's first golden rays
O'er the bright waters danced and played.
The noble ship, like a tired gull at rest,
On the broad ocean's boundless breast,
Her canvass flapped against the mast,
As the slightest breeze came past,
To rouse her from that quiet sleep.
And, as Harold watched the tranquil deep
He thought of his mother and his home,
And wondered he had ever learnt to roam.
Oh! how he longed to wander o'er his native hill side,
The valley so green so beautiful, and wide,—
To hear the tinkling of sheep bells o'er the lea,
And mark the faint blue line o'er the distant sea.
Then young Harold gave a long drawn sigh,
And the tear drops fell, yet he knew not why.
As a light breeze came gently past,
The drooping sails fly out from the mast;
Then there came the sailor's fitful song,
And swiftly the vessel flies along.
Back she flings the glittering spray,
As the good ship pursues her lonely way.
The glorious sun's first golden rays
O'er the bright waters danced and played.
The noble ship, like a tired gull at rest,
On the broad ocean's boundless breast,
Her canvass flapped against the mast,
As the slightest breeze came past,
To rouse her from that quiet sleep.
And, as Harold watched the tranquil deep
He thought of his mother and his home,
And wondered he had ever learnt to roam.
Oh! how he longed to wander o'er his native hill side,
The valley so green so beautiful, and wide,—
To hear the tinkling of sheep bells o'er the lea,
And mark the faint blue line o'er the distant sea.
Then young Harold gave a long drawn sigh,
And the tear drops fell, yet he knew not why.
As a light breeze came gently past,
The drooping sails fly out from the mast;
Then there came the sailor's fitful song,
And swiftly the vessel flies along.
Back she flings the glittering spray,
As the good ship pursues her lonely way.
'Tis evening, and Harold is watching the gathering clouds,
