196 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



Ye Marfcev* of tfje 



i. 



Ye warders of the waters! 

 Is the aldered stream-side free? 



Hath the salmon sped 



From its winter bed 

 Adown to the azure sea ? 



Rideth afloat 



The fisher's boat 

 Below the white-thorn tree? 



II. 



Go forth, ye anglers jovial ! 

 The waters are open wide; 



No longer we ward 



From vernal sward 

 The glittering salmon glide. 



Free at your will 



The crystal rill, 

 And tuneless torrent side. 



III. 



Ho ! warders of the waters ! 

 Is the yellow- trout at feed ? 



And the March-flies brown, 



Are they sailing down 

 Where current and zephyr lead ? 



See you abroad 



With pliant rod 

 Some gentle brother speed ? 



