Classic Poem

I.

Bless with me the spring-tide bland,
All ye anglers of the valley!
Wave aloof the slender wand,
And around the oak-tree rally.
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II.

Bless the birds, that all along
Send us such a cheerful greeting;
To their measures of kind song
Joyously our hearts are beating.

III.

Fleeted now the winter snow
From the forehead of the mountains,
And the wild sweet waters flow
Freshly through their several fountains.

IV.

In the secret of the sod,
Moss and primrose lie together;
But the wild bee shoots abroad,
Fonder of the April heather.

V.

Fresh and free the breezes blow,
And the amber stream runs gaily;
Forth, and warble as ye go,
All ye anglers of the valley!