Salmon Fishing'. 271 



Let rocks bespan the river, 



And rapids roar around ; 

 He falters not a moment, 



But clears them at a bound. 



And when through smiling valleys 



He wends his devious way, 

 No passing pleasures lure him, 



From duty's path to stray. 



Should he succeed in reaching 



The crystal stream above, 

 None could more richly merit 



The joys of constant love. 



Cruel the hand, and dastard, 



That would disturb him there ; 

 Or from his nuptial bed. 



By force poor Salmo tear ! 



A thousand foes beset him ; 



May he victorious be, 

 And reach again in safety, 



The 'shelter of the sea. 



