IT was an honest fisherman, I knew him passing well, -- And he lived by a little pond, Within a little dell. A grave and quiet man was he, Who loved his book and rod, -- So even ran his line of life, His neighbors thought it odd. For science and for books, he said He never had a wish, -- No school to him was worth a fig, Except a school of fish. He ne'er aspired to rank or wealth, Nor cared about a name, -- For though much famed for fish was he, He never fished for fame. Let others bend their necks at sight Of Fashion's gilded wheels, He ne'er had learned the art to "bob" For anything but eels. A cunning fisherman was he, His angles all were right; The smallest nibble at his bait Was sure to prove "a bite"! All day this fisherman would sit Upon an ancient log, And gaze into the water, like Some sedentary frog; With all the seeming innocence, And that unconscious look, That other people often wear When they intend to "hook"! To charm the fish he never spoke, -- Although his voice was fine, He found the most convenient way Was just to drop a line. And many a gudgeon of the pond, If they could speak to-day, Would own, with grief, this angler had A mighty taking way. Alas! one day this fisherman Had taken too much grog, And being but a landsman, too, He could n't keep the log. 'T was all in vain with might and main He strove to reach the shore; Down -- down he went, to feed the fish He'd baited oft before. The jury gave their verdict that 'T was nothing else but gin Had caused the fisherman to be So sadly taken in; Though one stood out upon a whim, And said the angler's slaughter, To be exact about the fact, Was, clearly, gin-and-water! The moral of this mournful tale, To all is plain and clear, -- That drinking habits bring a man Too often to his bier; And he who scorns to "take the pledge," And keep the promise fast, May be, in spite of fate, a stiff Cold-water man at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY FRIENDSHIP'S MYSTERY, TO MY DEAREST LUCASIA by KATHERINE PHILIPS JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GLADNESS OF NATURE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A PASTORALL; THE ANTEMASQUE by JANE CAVENDISH OLNEY HYMNS: 15. PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED by WILLIAM COWPER |