Dim grew the forest path, Onward they trod; Firm beat their noble hearts, Trusting in God; Gray men and blooming maids, High rose their song, Hear it sweep clear and deep, Ever along. _Chorus._--Pilgrims and wanderers, &c. Not theirs the glory wreath Torn by the blast; Heavenward their holy steps, Heavenward they pass’d; Green be their mossy graves, Ours be their fame, While their song peals along Ever the same. _Chorus._--Pilgrims and wanderers, &c. Row, Row. 29 Row! row! homeward we steer, Twilight falls o’er us, Hark! hark! music is near, Friends glide before us, Song lightens our labor, Sing as onward we go, Keep each with his neighbor Time as we flow. _Chorus._--Row! row! homeward we go, Twilight falls o’er us, Row! row! sing as we flow, Day flies before us. Row! row! sing as we go, Nature rejoices; Hark! how the hills as we flow Echo our voices; Still o’er the dark waters Far away we must roam, Ere Italy’s daughters Welcome us home. _Chorus._--Row! row, &c. Row! row! see in the west Lights dimly burning, Friends in yon harbor of rest Wait our returning; See now they burn clearer,-- Keep time with the oar; Now, now we are nearer That happy shore. _Chorus._--Row! row, &c. Home, home, daylight is o’er, Friends stand before us; Yet ere our boat touch the shore, Once more the chorus. _Chorus._--Row! row, &c. The Miller of the Dee. 30 There dwelt a miller hale and bold Beside the river Dee; He work’d and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he; And this, the burden of his song, Forever used to be, “I envy nobody, no, not I, And nobody envies me.”