harold, the wanderer.
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"Oh! Harold, wilt thou break my heart?
I cannot bear to think that we must part."
"Hush, Edwin! I shall ne'er see more
My mountain vale, or native shore;
For, Edwin, I shall find a grave
Beneath the bright Pacific's wave."
I cannot bear to think that we must part."
"Hush, Edwin! I shall ne'er see more
My mountain vale, or native shore;
For, Edwin, I shall find a grave
Beneath the bright Pacific's wave."
Another month having passed away,
And thoughtfully, as poor Harold lay,
With his brow, as of old, calm and still,—
All speaking of that quiet will
That lived within his gentle breast,
Which seemed so lovely in its rest!—
Harold, awaking, after a few hours' sleep,
Found his dear companion at his feet,
"Oh! Edwin, it was only, then, a dream!—
It seemed so heavenly and so serene,
So bright, so joyous, and so gay!
Ah! Edwin, all has passed away.—
I thought she called me to that heavenly shore
Where pain and sorrow are known no more!"
Harold, raising himself in his bed,
Paused!—and then he gently said,
"Yes, dear mother! I'll fly to thee,
O'er mountain and vale, o'er land and sea!"
Edwin, trembling with fear, and much alarmed—
And thoughtfully, as poor Harold lay,
With his brow, as of old, calm and still,—
All speaking of that quiet will
That lived within his gentle breast,
Which seemed so lovely in its rest!—
Harold, awaking, after a few hours' sleep,
Found his dear companion at his feet,
"Oh! Edwin, it was only, then, a dream!—
It seemed so heavenly and so serene,
So bright, so joyous, and so gay!
Ah! Edwin, all has passed away.—
I thought she called me to that heavenly shore
Where pain and sorrow are known no more!"
Harold, raising himself in his bed,
Paused!—and then he gently said,
"Yes, dear mother! I'll fly to thee,
O'er mountain and vale, o'er land and sea!"
Edwin, trembling with fear, and much alarmed—
