PLEASURES OF ANGLING. 



The Hudson splendid, 



With floods descended 

 From tow'ring summits, rising range on range. 



With stately motion 



Moves toward the ocean, 

 But equals not thy ever beauteous change. 



When old and hoary, 



From life's dull story 

 We turn and gaze along our backward way. 



Dim eyes will lighten, 



And old hearts will brighten, 

 To see our river on the Chaleur Bay. 



ID. Archie Pdl. 



