ii6 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



A whisper from the angel's mouth, 



When the angler goes a-trolling 

 A melting whisper from the South 

 Turns the intent of sun and drouth, 

 When the angler goes a-trolling. 



in. 

 The skies their fairest canvas spread 



When the angler goes a-trolling ; 

 Relenting clouds float overhead, 

 And tears and smiles alternate shed, 



When the angler goes a-trolling. 



IV. 



Tears warm and generous bathe his way, 



When the angler goes a-trolling ; 

 Smiles chasing them the livelong day, 

 Kind sunbeams with sweet showers play, 

 When the angler goes a-trolling. 



v. 

 The white thorn wears a bridal wreath, 



When the angler goes a-trolling ; 

 Flushes above him, and beneath, 

 The flower-life of hill and heath, 



When the angler goes a-trolling. 



VI. 



The river bears a richer freight 



When the angler goes a-trolling ; 

 And in its passing flow of might 

 Finds utterance to the new delight, 

 When the angler goes a-trolling. 



