1?4 SPORTING SON?S. AN ANGLFLR'S LIFE. A? angler's life has joys for me, When blooming spring has clad the plan, Each spray then ?un? with jocund glee, For spr}ng brin? ple?e in her train. ? ? then th? ?ler's ? ?y To wa?er by the lonely stm?; 8uc? repays his mild employ, ? p? she? her brightest His finn?pmy he ?adly views, The ghttegng da?, the s?ngled trout, The ?eedy ?pe with ?ing h?, Together on the gr? ?mad out. But trolling for the t?ant He ever finds his greater pride; ?is en?r ?h he joys to strike, The mon?ch of the freshen? tide. ?e ?gler envies no man's ?, But his who gains the ?eat? ?, With ?ace he dwells far from the noi? ?d b?tl? ?de? of a ?u?. ? BRIG? R?Y MO?G. T? b?ght rosy mom?g,
- '-? Pee? over the hills;
'?th b!?hes adom?g The meadows ?d field, ?ile lhe reedy, me? horn, Calls ?me, come away; Awake from yo? ?umba?, And hail the new day. The stag rous'd ?fom ?, Aw?y ? m fly; '
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