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FISHING IN AMERICAN WATERS. 



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' Eternal ocean ! old majestic sea ! 

 Ever I love from shore to shore to look on thee, 

 And sometimes on thy billowy back to ride, 

 And sometimes o'er thy summer breast to glide ; 

 But let me five on land, where rivers run ; 

 Where shady trees may screen me from the sun ; 

 Where I may feel, serene, the fragrant air ; 

 Where, whatever toil or wearying pains I bear, 

 Those eyes which look away all human ill 

 May shed on me their still, sweet, constant light, 

 And the hearts I love may, day and night, 

 Be found beside me, safe and clustering still." 



