THE SONG OF THE BASS 



To many hards are many lays, 



WitJumt dispute or doubt ; 

 And some the lordly salmon praise. 



And some the lusty trout. 



Yet in discourtesy to none. 



With due respect to all. 

 When hotly heats the August sun. 



And dty pleasures pall. 

 The Bass, in river, bay, or sound. 



My loyal muse still hymns. 

 Inch for inch and pound for pound, 



The gamest fish that swims. 



ALICE CALHOUN HAINES 



