64 THE ANGLER'S GUIDE. 



How small its source ! but in its course 

 How full, how deep, how wide ! 



And onward's forced, at last 'tis lost 

 Within the ocean's tide ! 



So men at first, caress'd and nursed, 

 Of small importance seem ; 



But grown in years, their power appears 

 Full, widening like the stream. 



But time rolls on, and 'tis not long 

 Before of them 'tis said 



From earth they're pass'd, and to a vast 

 Eternity have fled. 



' Then let me say in friendly way 



Whate'er young anglers do, 

 Let them be wise, and virtue prize, 

 And keep the end in view. 



