AND ANGLING SONGS. 259 



X. 



God speed the honest mill, and feed 



Its merry spokes by night and day ! 



The rivers as they dance away 

 Repeat the blessing, God it speed ! 



XI. 



The trout within the dam and lead 



Love the sweet clatter of its wheel, 



And with its flushings forth reveal 

 Their joy, and bid it the God speed ; 



XII. 



But let a malison descend 



Upon those structures of the day, 



That with palatial display 

 Shadow our streams at every bend ! 



XIII. 



Those strongholds of monopoly 



That mar the pictures of the mind, 



And come betwixt us and the wind, 

 Tainting its natural purity ; 



XIV. 



Which, to allay the thirst of fire 



That hugs their vitals, and torments, 



Drink in a valley's whole contents, 

 And sputter out a rush of mire. 



xv. 

 Must this great wrong pass unredress'd 



This rifling of our valley's wealth 



This wanton tampering with health, 

 And no one venture to protest ? 



