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SONG. 



Is tlie Sun up ? is't approach of morn ? 



Is it, the moan of the cowherd's horn ? 



Is't the shepherd's bell which greets mine ear ? 



Is't the rustling step of the Fawn and Deer ? 



Is't the dancing stream where the Fishes play ? 



Or the bracing breath of a young March day ? 



Yes, the Sun is up, and the Fly is out 



That will tempt the eye of a golden Trout. 



Let thy skill be good, and thy line be strong, 



And the prey shall be thine, ere the morn be long ; 



Yet be cautious, and quick, nor approach too near, 



In this timid and early month of the year. 



So arouse thee, be stirring, thy tackle prepare. 

 And prove well the strength of each separate snare. 

 Thou hadst better be wanting a single brace, 

 Than harness a Fish with a worn-out trace. 

 Then may joy, and success, and no ills betide 

 The repast, and repose, of thy bright fireside. 



