THE ANGLER'S MORNING WALK. 



At morning light the sun shone bright, 



Twas in the month of May, 



' 

 The Lark on wing, aloud did sing, 



All Nature it look'd gay. 



From sweet repose I early rose 

 To fish, and take the air ; 



I look'd around, saw good abound. 

 Then why should Man despair. 



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Birds sweetly sung, the vallies rung 



With their melodious song ; 

 The flowrets sweet my senses greet, 

 The way I pass'd along. 



Oh, Lord ! accept my humble lays : 



All things I see 



Reminds me Thee, 

 To whom be glory 5 praise ! 



