Lyric Poem · Peace
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
This poem is in the public domain.
“The Angler Rose, He Took His Rod” by Robert Louis Stevenson — quilloak.com/poems/the-angler-rose-he-took-his-rod
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