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Robin Grey, an Angler,
Liv'd by Eden water ; And always took the rod,
When aught was the matter, By sound calculation,
No error could betray, That with the rod and creel,
Distress it flew away.
In olden times the Rod,
Its healing powers made known. Among the wand'ring tribes.
Laid under Heaven's frown ; They look'd to it, and liv'd,
What'er their ills might be ; It brought the healing balm,
And banish'd misery.
Ills in a like degree,
The angler's rod, it soothes, The jaring and the sad,
It brightens and it smooths ; And when his mind conimun'd With nature's rich display; This always cheer'd the heart
Of honest Robin Grey.
His rod prov'd the emblem, Of pleasure and delight;
He smil'd on it by day,
And dreamt of it by night;