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THE ANGLER'S LIFE.
What pleasures wait the angler's life,
By streamlet, tide and brook ! The while the fish incessant rise,
And take his Kirkby hook. His sober thoughts improve his mind,
His cares are far away; Low pride and pomp he leaves behind,
To breath the sweets of May. In cities there is noise and strife, And every ill that poison life,
And wear its charms away.
The courtier hunts for gold and place,
Oft stoops beneath the man, And sometimes meets that sad disgrace
Which checks his vital span ; The while the angler free from strife,
Pursues a calm repose, And lengthens out his thread of life,
And seldom meets with foes. In nature's smiles he takes a part, Her morning-beams delight his heart,
And so does evening's close.
The landscape deals him lessons rare, He marks the constant dove ;
Who shows him how his race to rear, And teaches peace and love ; |
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