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ON ANGLING. |
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THE WISH.
Here's good luck to the gad, And success to each friend on't, If ever prayer of mine Can have interest above, May they run their line smoothly, Nor soon see the end on't, And their course be as clear As the streams that they love.
May the current of life still spread Glittering before them, And their joys ever rise As the season draws nigh ; And if e'er,—as 'twill happen— Misfortune comes o'er them. Oh ! still may her dart Fall as light as their fly. |
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LINES.
Yes, I own, I love to see Old anglers pleasant, blyth, and free, I love the gentle that light can bound. But when old age, jocose through gray, Can angle nimbly with the gay, 'Tis plain to all the jovial throng, Though hoar the head, the heart is young.
1817. |
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