A very king of fishers he!

His line was of the best, his rod

Superb, as likewise was his float;

And, scorning by his mother sod,

He stood upon a varnished boat.

His mien was mighty, seriousness

Lit o’er his stedfast countenance;

He grasped his rod with firm caress,

Anxiety in every glance.

His son lay by to render aid