Edgar Albert Guest Fishing Poems

Fish can be bought in the market place,
So it isn't the fish I'm after.
I want to get free from the care-drawn face
And back to an honest laughter,
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'Men will grow weary,' said the Lord,
'Of working for their bed and board.
They'll weary of the money chase
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There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soul
Like a day on a stream,
Back on the banks of the old fishing hole
Where a fellow can dream.
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You may talk of stylish raiment,
You may boast your broadcloth fine,
And the price you gave in payment
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