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ON ANGLING. |
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You sure must love the cheerful scene, All crowded o'er with busy life,
Which the peopled race course yields On the banks of some peaceful stream. |
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ANGLING PLEASURES
When worldly cares corrode the heart. And strongness to its pulse impart ; When misanthropic thoughts arise. And we our fellow.men despise ; When public ills and public brawls, Or private jarring us befalls, Then esteem the solid treasures, Nought so sweet as angling pleasures.
When on the soul you'd pour the balm, Inspire its hopes, or passions calm ; Light up its fires for noble deeds, Direct its path where honour leads, The selfish, sordid, and the base, Nor nothing low can have a place ; Throw yourself on solid treasures, Nought so sweet as angling pleasures. |
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