Days in the Open

by Lathan A. Crandall

Every brother his rod he took, every rod had a line and hook,

Every hook had a bait so fine, and thus they sang in the even shine,

“Oh! to-morrow will be Friday, so we fish the stream to-day!

Oh! to-morrow will be Friday, so we fish the stream to-day!”

—Benedict, To-morrow Will Be Friday.

THE BOY AND THE BROOK

I wind about, and in and out,

With here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lusty trout,

And here and there a grayling.