A TRYST.
From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took its way,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And travelling night and day.
An iceberg took its way,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And travelling night and day.
At whose command? Who bade it sail the deep
With that resistless force?
Who made the dread appointment it must keep?
Who traced its awful course?
With that resistless force?
Who made the dread appointment it must keep?
Who traced its awful course?
To the warm airs that stir in the sweet South,
A good ship spread her sails;
Stately she passed beyond the harbor's mouth
Chased by the favoring gales;
A good ship spread her sails;
Stately she passed beyond the harbor's mouth
Chased by the favoring gales;
And on her ample decks a happy crowd
Bade the fair land good-by;
Clear shone the day, with not a single cloud
In all the peaceful sky.
Bade the fair land good-by;
Clear shone the day, with not a single cloud
In all the peaceful sky.
