O wily one for many a year
In placid pools you lay,
Watching the world without a fear,
Your neighbours sport and play.
The current's pull of Spring-time neap
You felt but did not follow,
Content among the fronds to sleep
And dream of life's tomorrow.
Throughout those days of watery charm
You gave no heed to angler's art,
But in the twilight dim and calm
The angler's hook has struck - oh heart.
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Fishers and fishers of men a song this be a very lovely gift to them!