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III. 



To cast the light fly 



O'er streams, is a joy 

 Unknown to that creature, the Book-worm 



He glories in nought 



Save another's thought, 

 I glory in being a Hook-worm. 



IV. 



Old Euclid may shine 



In angles divine. 

 And prattle of A B C D ; 



My angle, however. 



If angular, never 

 Would be a right angle for me. 



V. 



Of Castalian stream 



The poet may dream. 

 And fancy he 's nabb'd a bright thought ; 



But enough for me. 



Is a stream that's free. 

 Where the speckled Trout may be caught. 



