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ON ANGLING. 69
Then welcome, Winter, grey, and old,
And rugged though thou be ! Though frosty, kindly : blyth, though cold ;
Though blustering, frank and free. Of all the Seasons chief thou art,
And Lord of Christmas cheer : 'Tis Winter sees the Old depart,
And welcomes the New Year. Dec. 1837. Stephen Oliver.
On the banks of some peaceful stream,
If thou lovest a quite joy ;
We bid thee forget the tedious dream,
The struggle of life for Fortune's beam,
Which the worldly-wise employ.
Then let the prey in covert rest,
And 'gain nestle in field and wood,
And change the scarlet for fisher's vest,
The stubble and chase for the Jlood.
For kiddly doth nature to Anglers appear,
Tl ough Winder is gone, for the May-day is here.