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THE PROVENCHER SOCIETY 



PRAYER 



'Give me, Great Father, give me strength and health, 



A liberal heart, affections kind and free; 



My rod, my line, be these my pride, my wealth! 



They yield me present joys, they draw my soul to Thee." 



(IssAc Walton) 



RATTLING RUN, ST. JOHN RIVER, NORTH-SHORE 



"Ye rivers, so Jiaunted with myriads of flies, 

 Whose flashes of salmon breaks gladden the eyes; 

 Scenes where the seals their gambolings make ; 

 When shall I tread your fair precincts again ? 

 When kindle my camp-fires over your plain ? 

 When again cast my line and my flies, 

 Charming my senses, feasting my eyes V 



THE BROOK TROUT 



"When the tangled willowy thickets lave 

 Their dropping taasels within the wave. 

 There lies a deep and darkened pool, 

 Whose waters are crystal clear and cool. 

 It is fed by many a gurgling fount. 

 That trickles from upland pasture and mount. 

 And when the deep shadows fall dense and dinit 

 Th« speckled trout delight to swim." 



