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harold, the wanderer.
As Harold sank dying in his youthful arms.
His cheeks now bore the hue of death,
As quick and fast came his fleeting breath.
Edwin, dear Edwin!" he said at last,
With eyes filled with tears, and hands firmly clasp'd,
"The dark valley I have reached, all soon will have passed!"
Now, struggling, he placed his cold lips to Edwin's ear,
And whispered his blessing in a voice low and clear.
"I go to a better world than this!
To the Home of Everlasting Bliss!"—
A last fond look!—a gasp,—a gentle sigh—
His heart then ceased to beat—poor Harold died.
All now was o'er; his soul to heaven had fled;
Harold the wanderer was numbered with the "Dead"!
His cheeks now bore the hue of death,
As quick and fast came his fleeting breath.
Edwin, dear Edwin!" he said at last,
With eyes filled with tears, and hands firmly clasp'd,
"The dark valley I have reached, all soon will have passed!"
Now, struggling, he placed his cold lips to Edwin's ear,
And whispered his blessing in a voice low and clear.
"I go to a better world than this!
To the Home of Everlasting Bliss!"—
A last fond look!—a gasp,—a gentle sigh—
His heart then ceased to beat—poor Harold died.
All now was o'er; his soul to heaven had fled;
Harold the wanderer was numbered with the "Dead"!
In after years Edwin's thoughts would dwell
On the sailor boy he had loved so well,
The youthful wanderer, who had found a grave
Beneath the bright Pacific's wave!
On the sailor boy he had loved so well,
The youthful wanderer, who had found a grave
Beneath the bright Pacific's wave!
