harold, the wanderer.
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And of the "Phantom Frigate's" form,
That shot like an arrow through the storm;
When the wild winds come sweeping past
Bending before it the stoutest mast!—
Amidst the wild roar of the deep and sky,
The harbinger of woe comes sweeping by;
With well braced yards, and well filled sails,
The "Phantom Ship" flies before the gale!
That shot like an arrow through the storm;
When the wild winds come sweeping past
Bending before it the stoutest mast!—
Amidst the wild roar of the deep and sky,
The harbinger of woe comes sweeping by;
With well braced yards, and well filled sails,
The "Phantom Ship" flies before the gale!
Time flies on, the boundless ocean past,
And Little Free Town is gained at last.
There it lies, both fair and bright,
Draped in a flood of golden light.
When the sun's first brilliant rays
Gild the waters as they play,
The lovely river flowing calmly down,
With luxuriant meadows for miles around;—
While the passing clouds find a rest
On some distant hilly crest,—
Surrounded with every thing so green,
Made all as lovely as a summer's dream.
And Little Free Town is gained at last.
There it lies, both fair and bright,
Draped in a flood of golden light.
When the sun's first brilliant rays
Gild the waters as they play,
The lovely river flowing calmly down,
With luxuriant meadows for miles around;—
While the passing clouds find a rest
On some distant hilly crest,—
Surrounded with every thing so green,
Made all as lovely as a summer's dream.
PART THE SECOND.
FAREWELL, to Africa; farewell to thy forests dark and drear;
