THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead:
The angler tripped, the eels were fed
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead:
The angler tripped, the eels were fed
Scottish novelist, poet, and travel writer, author of Treasure Island and A Child's Garden of Verses.
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