“Stop, stop pretty water!"Said Mary one dayTo a frolicsome brookThat was running away."You run on so fast!I wish you would stay;My boat and my flowersYou will carry away.But I will run after:Mother says that I may;For I would know whereYou are running way."So Mary ran on;But I have heard say,That she never could findWhere the brook ran away.”
“Stop, stop pretty water!"Said Mary one dayTo a frolicsome brookThat was running away."You run on so fast!I wish you would stay;My boat and my flowersYou will carry away.But I will run after:Mother says that I may;For I would know whereYou are running way."So Mary ran on;But I have heard say,That she never could findWhere the brook ran away.”
Eliza Lee Follen
“Stop, stop pretty water!"Said Mary one dayTo a frolicsome brookThat was running away."You run on so fast!I wish you would stay;My boat and my flowersYou will carry away.But I will run after:Mother says that I may;For I would know whereYou are running way."So Mary ran on;But I have heard say,That she never could findWhere the brook ran away.”
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