harold, the wanderer.
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On which the ocean seemed to smile;
Inviting the lonely wanderer to stay,
And pursue no more his weary way!
While Harold was resting in the shade,
Above him the palm trees proudly wave;
The rippling waves now glittering at his feet,
All nature looking in a calm and balmy sleep.
There was something so soothing, so serene;
The past appeared to rise before him as a dream!
As he watched the waves break gently on the sandy shore,
Thoughts of the past returned to his mind once more.
Dear friends now buried in the cold grave,
And others sleeping b'neath the restless wave;
Lips long silent seemed to speak!—
Eyes that were closed, once more to weep.
The loved, and the lost,—arose again!
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Inviting the lonely wanderer to stay,
And pursue no more his weary way!
While Harold was resting in the shade,
Above him the palm trees proudly wave;
The rippling waves now glittering at his feet,
All nature looking in a calm and balmy sleep.
There was something so soothing, so serene;
The past appeared to rise before him as a dream!
As he watched the waves break gently on the sandy shore,
Thoughts of the past returned to his mind once more.
Dear friends now buried in the cold grave,
And others sleeping b'neath the restless wave;
Lips long silent seemed to speak!—
Eyes that were closed, once more to weep.
The loved, and the lost,—arose again!
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Time has passed by; six months have sped;
Unmarked by Harold have they fled.
Ah! there is a change in Harold's face,
For pain and grief have found a place
In that once bright and ardent breast,
Where other thoughts have found a rest.
Unmarked by Harold have they fled.
Ah! there is a change in Harold's face,
For pain and grief have found a place
In that once bright and ardent breast,
Where other thoughts have found a rest.
