Fishing in American Waters. 



' Eternal ocean ! old majestic sea .' 

 Ever I love from shore to shore to look on thee, 

 And sometimes on 'thy billowy bacli' to ride, 

 And sometimes o'er thy summer bi-east to glide ; 

 But let me Kve on land, where rivers run ;' 

 Where shady trees may screen me from the sun 

 Where I inay feel, serene, the fragrant air ;' 

 Where, whatever toil or wearying pains I bear. 

 Those eyes which loolc away all human ill 

 May shed on me their still, sweet, constant light. 

 And the hearts I love may, day and night. 

 Be founjl beside me, safe and clusteripg still." 



