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ON ANGLING |
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And I found a sweet maid in a nook by thy side. Where bees, birds, and roses enraptur'd abide ; And £>lad was my heart as the soft summer breeze, As we whispered and angled 'neath thy boweriiig trees. And that young lovely maiden, so modest, benign* Is the rill whose pure being is blended with mine.
Strong-hearted River, undaunted and free, Rejoicing in labour, I've angled in thee ; And felt thy glad spirit expand in my heart, While humbly, but earnestly, filling my part In the plan of the universe—best understood While working with all things together for good ; While manfully striving and gathering strength, Through patient endeavour, to triumph at length, And win the high guerdon, and learn the deep lore, Unfolding to true earnest work evermore.
Majestic old River! we're passing away
From the land of our pilgrimage, green and gay ;
Ample and deep, thv beneficent course
Calmly rolls on to its primitive source ;
While lonely I fish to listen the low solemn sound
Of that ocean, more awful, no shingles surround ;
Dark bourne where the streams of life and time tend,
All thought, love and hope, joy and sorrow descend ;
And 1 pray, as I bow to the fiat divine,
For calmness, and courage, and strength like thine.
John Wager. |
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