I 3 6 TROUT-FISHING IN BROOKS 



that I might rest beneath the primroses of some 

 verdant bank by one of the brooks I have loved so 

 well, lulled to sleep by the sweet melody of its 

 murmuring voice, where 



Daisies pied and violets blue 

 And lady-smocks all silver-white, 

 And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue 

 Do paint the meadows with delight. 



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PAINTED BY THE ANCHOR PREBB, LTD., T1PTBEE, E8BEX. KNQLAND 



