Classic Poem

I.

While others are brawling let anglers agree,
And in concord the goblet replenish;
Should contention prevail, then away on the gale
All mirth and hilarity vanish.

II.

No strife we'll allow, no clamorous words
To sever the friendships of summer,
But hand within hand, in amity stand,
And consign every wrong to the rummer.

III.

Oh! Peace and Content are the angler's best wealth,
No journey without them he ventures;
Like angels they wait at the porch of his gate,
And greet him again when he enters

IV.

Then joyously mingle the soul of the grain
With a merry supply from the tankard!
'Twill cost not a care, as long as we share
The cups of content and of concord!