THE FISHERMAN’S RUBAIYAT.

THE FISHERMAN’S RUBAIYAT.
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Wake! for the clock is several hours late,
And in the pools the eager troutlets wait,
All longing for the brilliant-colored fly-
While from your flask sounds gurgle of the bait.

I sometimes think that never grow so hot
The words that we 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.

What! if the boy can fling the creel aside
And with a crooked stick that we deride,
Catch far more fish than we of fancy rods,
Were’t not a shame for us to harbor pride?
-Denver Republican.