The Fisherman

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(Mindanao, Philippines)

IN the dark waveless sea,
Deep blue under deep blue,
The fisher drifts by on the tide
In his small pole-balanced canoe.
Above him the cloud-capped hills
Crown the dense jungly sweeps;
The cocoa-nut groves hedge round
The hut where the beach-wave sleeps.
Is it not better so
To be as this Savage is,
Than to live the Wage-slave's life
Of hopeless agonies?