70 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



So I the fields and meadows green may view, 

 And daily by fresh rivers walk at will, 



Among the daisies and the violets blue, 

 Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil, 



Purple narcissus like the morning rays, 



Pale gander-grass, and azure culvert cys. 



I count it higher pleasure to behold 

 The stately compass of the lofty sky; 



And in the midst thereof, like burning gold, 

 The flaming chariot of the world's great ey2j 



The watery clouds that, in the air up-roll'd, 

 With sundry kinds of painted colours fly; 



And fair Aurora, lifting up her head, 



Still blushing, rise from old Tithonus' bed. 



The hills and mountains raised from the plains, 

 The plains extended level with the ground ; 



The grounds divided into sundry veins, 



The veins enclos'd with rivers running round ; 



These rivers making way through nature's chains 

 With headlong course into the sea profound ; 



The raging sea, beneath the valleys low, 



Where lakes and rills and rivulets do flow. 



The lofty woods, the forests wide and long, 



Adorn'd with leaves and branches fresh and green. 



In whose cool bowers the birds, with many a song, 

 Do welcome with their choir the summer's queen ; 



The meadows fair, where Flora's gifts among 

 Are intermixed, with verdant grass between ; 



The silver-scaled fish that softly swim 



Within the sweet brook's crystal watery stream. 



All these, and many more of His creation 



That made the heavens, the angler oft doth see ; 



Taking therein no little delectation, 

 To think how strange, how wonderful they be ! 



