And leaps and plays in merry glee,
O'er rocky bed, 'neath grassy lea,
Or silent glides through sylvan shade,
To laugh again in sunny glade,
Sends back its murm'ring voice to swell
The music of each lovely dell,
Where Flora decks with brilliant sheen
The virgin sward of velvet green.
—From a forthcoming poem by Geo. H. Cooke, Chicago.