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THE ANGLER'S REVEILLE
WHAT time the rose of dawn is laid across

the lips of night, And all the drowsy little stars have fallen asleep

in light; 'Tis then a wandering wind awakes, and runs

from tree to tree, And borrows words from all the birds to sound

the reveille.

This is the carol the Robin throws

Over the edge of the valley ;
Listen how boldly it flows,

Sally on sally :

Tirra-lirra,
Down the river,
Laughing water
All a-quiver.
Day is near,
Clear, clear.
Fish are breaking,
Time for waking.
Tup, tup, tup!
Do you hear?
All clear-
Wake up!

The phantom flood of dreams has ebbed and

vanished with the dark, And like a dove the heart forsakes the prison

of the ark; Now forth she fares through friendly woods

and diamond-fields of dew, While every voice cries out “ Rejoice!” as if

the world were new.

This is the ballad the Bluebird sings,

Unto his mate replying,
Shaking the tune from his wings

While he is flying :

Surely, surely, surely,

Life is dear
Even here.
Blue above,

You to love,
Purely, purely, purely.

There's wild azalea on the hill, and roses down

the dell, And just one spray of lilac still abloom beside

the well; The columbine adorns the rocks, the laurel buds

grow pink, Along the stream white arums gleam, and vio

lets bend to drink

This is the song of the Yellowthroat,

Fluttering gaily beside you;
Hear how each voluble note

Offers to guide you:

Which way, sir ?
I say, sir,
Let me teach you,
I beseech you!
Are you wishing
Jolly fishing ?
This way, sir !
I'll teach you.

Then come, my friend, forget your foes, and

leave your fears behind, And wander forth to try your luck, with cheer

ful, quiet mind; For be your fortune great or small, you 'll take

what God may give, And all the day your heart shall say, “'Tis luck

enough to live."

This is the song the Brown Thrush Alings

Out of his thicket of roses;
Hark how it warbles and rings,

Mark how it closes :

Lack, luck,
What luck ?
Good enough for me !
I'm alive, you see.
Sun shining,
No repining;
Never borrow
Idle sorrow;
Drop it !
Cover it up!
Hold your cup!
Joy will fill it,
Don't spill it,
Steady, be ready,
Good luck!

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