Stop, Stop, Pretty Water!

STOP, STOP, PRETTY WATER!

Stop, stop, pretty water!"

Said Mary, one clay,

To a frolicsome brook

That was running away;

"You run on so fast!

I wish you would stay;

My boat and my flowers

You will carry away.

"But I will run after;

Mother says that I may;

For I would know where

You are running away."

So Mary ran on,

But I have heard say

That she never could find

Where the brook ran away.

by Eliza Lee Follen.