Author Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson The angler rose, he took his rod,He kneeled and made his prayers to God.The living God sat overhead:The angler tripped, the eels were fed Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments