BAPTISM OF THE BROOK TROUT. 



I AM Salmo Fontinalis, 

 To the sparkling fountain born, 

 And my home is where oxalis, 

 Heather bell and rose adorn 

 The crystal basin in the dell, 

 (Undine the wood-nymph knows it well,) 

 That is where I love to dwell. 



There was I baptized and christened, 



'Neath the sombre aisles of oak, 

 Mute the cascade paused and listened. 

 Never a word the brooklet spoke : 

 Bobolink was witness then, 

 Likewise Ousel, Linnet, Wren, 

 And all the brownies joined " amen." 

 M 



