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ON TAKING A SALMON.
---------- O, bliss divine !
A salmon flound'ring at my line ! Sullen at first he sinks to ground, Or rolls in circles round and round ; Till, more inflamed, he plounging, sweeps, And from the shallows seeks the deeps; Then bends the rod, the winch then sings. And down tlie stream he headlong springs ; But, turn'd with fiercer rage, he boils, And tries indignant all his wiles ; Yet vainly tries, his courage flown, And all his mighty powers gone, I wind him up with perfect ease, Or here, or there, or where I please ; Till quite exhausted now he grows, And now his silver sides he shows ; Nor one faint effort more he tries, But near my foot a captive lies ; His tail I grasp with eager hand, And swing, with joy, my prize on land.
Think, when thou seest the bait,
Whereon is thy delite, That hidden hookes are hard at hand,
To have thee when thou hitr.