The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod
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
Robert Louis Stevenson
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
A fisherman gets up at dawn, grabs his rod, and kneels to say his prayers. The scene feels solemn, even quaint—a man doing his devotions before a day on the water. Right away, though, something shifts.
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