As in successive course the seasons roll,
So circling pleasures recreate the soul:
When genial spring a living warmth bestows,
And o'er the year her verdant mantle throws,
No swelling innnndation hides the ground,
But chrystal currents glide within their bounds;
The finny brood their wonted haunts forsake,
Float in the sun, and skim along the lake;
With frequent leap they range the shallow streams,
Their silver coats reflect the dazzling beams.
Now let the fisherman his toils prepare,
And arm himself with ev'ry wat 'ry snare;
His hooks, his lines peruse, with careful eye,
Increase his tackle, and his rod re-tie.
PRINTED FOR B. CROSBY AND CO. No. 4, STATIONERS.
LEWIS and Co. Printers, Paternoster-row.