1 rich Libsyn https://www.libsyn.com 90 600 TROUT FISHING Give me a rod of the split bamboo, A rainy day and a fly or two, A mountain stream where the eddies play, And mists hang low o'er the winding way. &amp;nbsp; Give me a haunt by the purling brook, A hidden spot in a mossy nook, No sound save hum of the drowsy bee, Or lone bird's tap on the hollow tree. &amp;nbsp; The world may roll with its busy throng And phantom scenes, on its way along; It's stocks may rise, or it's stocks may fall— Ah! what care I for its baubles all? &amp;nbsp; I cast my fly o'er the troubled rill, Luring the beauties by magic skill, With mind at rest and a heart at ease, And drink delight from the balmy breeze . &amp;nbsp; As lusty trout to my glad surprise, Speckled and bright, on the crest arise, Then plash and plunge in a dazzling whirl, Hope springs anew as the wavelets curl. &amp;nbsp; Gracefully swinging from left to right, Action so gentle, motion so slight, Tempting, enticing, on craft intent, Till yielding tip by the game is bent. &amp;nbsp; Drawing in slowly, then letting go Under the ripples where mosses grow, Doubting my fortune, lost in a dream, Blessing the land of Forest and Stream. By Mrs. Eunice B. Lamberton Rochester, N.Y., Dec. 15, 1873 Forest and Stream http://forestandstream.org <iframe title="Libsyn Player" style="border: none" src="//html5-player.libsyn.com/embed/episode/id/21741695/height/90/theme/custom/thumbnail/yes/direction/forward/render-playlist/no/custom-color/88AA3C/" height="90" width="600" scrolling="no" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen oallowfullscreen msallowfullscreen></iframe> https://assets.libsyn.com/secure/content/119115509