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“ ’Tis sweet to view the limpid waters dance, 
As o’or their pebbly bed they eager rush; 
Or in the sun’s effulgence brightly glance, 
As through the mead meandering they gush ; 
Now riuging forth rich music, now all hush, 
While song-birds chant the ever varied lay, 
From out tho willow aud o’erhanging bush : 
O, sweet it is to thread the blithsome way, 
Clad in an angling guise, to spend a happy day. 
“ O, ever health Ail is the mountain air, 
And ever pleasant is the verdant glade; 
’Tis sweet to wander through the greenwood, where 
The sparkling current hath its passage made. 
, I love, at times, the cooling stream to wade, 
Where brushwood dense a way will not allow; 
I love the arening bowers, aud sylvan shade, 
And blossoms sweet that wave from many a bough, 
As cautiously udown the rippling path I go. 
“ How meagre seems the world of business 6trifo, 
Compared with pleasures which the unglcr knows; 
A scene of toil with disappointment rife, 
Aud scarce un hour of calm and sweet repose, 
This lovely world is made a world of woes, 
To him whose soul is wrapped in sottish gains; 
From manhood’s prime, till life at length may close, 
His feolings all are bound in Mammon’s chains, 
And wealth at most ho hoards for all bis pains . 11 
