SPRING-TIDE. 



FIRST DAY. 



SENEX, JULIAN. 



Senex. THIS way : our road lies along 

 this path and over yonder stile, on the 

 other side of which is the river. What a 

 morning for the Angler ! The sun has 

 hidden himself, and those light clouds bode 

 no rain, while the gentle south wind stirs 

 the leaflets and curls the surface of the 



water. 



A day with not too bright a beam ; 



A warm but not too scorching sun ; 

 A southern gale to curl the stream, 



And, Master, half our work is done. 



O the merry month of May ! how often 

 have I sighed for these scenes of my early 



