HITHER away, thou merry Brook,

Whither away so fast,

With dainty feet through the meadow green,

And a smile as you hurry past?”

The Brook leaped on in idle mirth,

And dimpled with saucy glee;

The daisy kissed in lovingness,

And made with the willow free.

I heard its laugh adown the glen,

And over the rocky steep,