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Show THE FISHERMAN'S RUBA1YAT. I. Wake- for the clock Is several hours late, And In the pools the eager troutlets wait, All longing for the brllliant-cojored fly While from your flask sounds gurgle of the bait. II. I sometimes think that never grow so hot The words that wo are prone to use a lot As when some fish is hooked and played quite well And, when you reach for him, you find he's not. III. What! if the boy can fling the creel aside And with a crooked stick that we deride Catch far more flBh than we of fancy rods, Were't not a shame for us to harbor pride? IV. Myself, when young, did eagerly frequent The Ashing streams and heard great argument 'Bout fancy lures, and rods and reels and such, But always caught 'em with a pin up-bent. V. Ah, pard, could only you and I conspire To use worms to our heart's desire, Instead of sticking to our. fly-book truck, Could not we each be made a better liar? Denver Republican. |