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harold, the wanderer.
"Oh! Edwin, Edwin, can it really be?"
He exclaimed in a burst of wild, and joyous glee.
"Knowest thou aught of those I love at home?
And why thus a wanderer dost thou roam?"
"Like thee, dear Harold, I loved the sea,
It ever had a magic charm for me.
A wild adventurous life I sought,
With hardships and with dangers fraught.
It was this, and this alone, that made me roam
From my native land, and much loved home!"
"Edwin, thou hast some fatal tale to tell!
By thy pale face, I know it well."
"Oh! Harold, one that thou didst love has found a rest
With the good, the Godly, and the blest!
Alas! dear Harold, thy gentle mother sleeps
Where the old yew tree spreads her branches o'er
The graves of those who died before.
Thy mother rests beside the old church door!
She dreamt and felt that thou hadst found a grave
Beneath the wild and foaming wave!"
Harold then gave a piercing shriek,
Then looked as if dumb,—he could not speak,—
Comfort and friendship alike were spurned;
Though living,—he looked as if to marble turned.
Harold had landed on a lovely isle
He exclaimed in a burst of wild, and joyous glee.
"Knowest thou aught of those I love at home?
And why thus a wanderer dost thou roam?"
"Like thee, dear Harold, I loved the sea,
It ever had a magic charm for me.
A wild adventurous life I sought,
With hardships and with dangers fraught.
It was this, and this alone, that made me roam
From my native land, and much loved home!"
"Edwin, thou hast some fatal tale to tell!
By thy pale face, I know it well."
"Oh! Harold, one that thou didst love has found a rest
With the good, the Godly, and the blest!
Alas! dear Harold, thy gentle mother sleeps
Where the old yew tree spreads her branches o'er
The graves of those who died before.
Thy mother rests beside the old church door!
She dreamt and felt that thou hadst found a grave
Beneath the wild and foaming wave!"
Harold then gave a piercing shriek,
Then looked as if dumb,—he could not speak,—
Comfort and friendship alike were spurned;
Though living,—he looked as if to marble turned.
Harold had landed on a lovely isle
