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harold, the wanderer.
Another land I seek, and another hemisphere,
Where broad majestic rivers flow,
And the lovely orchis delights to grow,
Amidst the wild luxuriant forest green,
By human eye scarce ever seen;
Or where the monstrous condor roves,
Midst the lofty Andes' everlasting snows!
Once more alone on the boundless deep,—
The winds just risen from their sleep,
The land long faded away on the lee—
Harold's once more on the wide, wide sea;
Not a friend to guide, comfort, or stay
The youthful wanderer on his weary way.
Three months having fled, the Atlantic past,
Rio's lovely bays are gained at last.
The tropic breeze comes sweet and soft,
And Harold now seats himself aloft,
Watches the constant changing scenes below,
The small skiffs darting to and fro,
White homesteads scattered thro' the trees
That wave and rustle in the gentle breeze.
Now taking a glimpse of some far bay,
Or mountain ravine, too far away.
Thro' this glorious scene glides the noble ship,
Till the anchor falls with a sudden dip,
And now at rest she safely lay,
Where broad majestic rivers flow,
And the lovely orchis delights to grow,
Amidst the wild luxuriant forest green,
By human eye scarce ever seen;
Or where the monstrous condor roves,
Midst the lofty Andes' everlasting snows!
Once more alone on the boundless deep,—
The winds just risen from their sleep,
The land long faded away on the lee—
Harold's once more on the wide, wide sea;
Not a friend to guide, comfort, or stay
The youthful wanderer on his weary way.
Three months having fled, the Atlantic past,
Rio's lovely bays are gained at last.
The tropic breeze comes sweet and soft,
And Harold now seats himself aloft,
Watches the constant changing scenes below,
The small skiffs darting to and fro,
White homesteads scattered thro' the trees
That wave and rustle in the gentle breeze.
Now taking a glimpse of some far bay,
Or mountain ravine, too far away.
Thro' this glorious scene glides the noble ship,
Till the anchor falls with a sudden dip,
And now at rest she safely lay,
