The rhythmical rippling of the running rivulet,
Gurgling o’er the pebbled rocks,
Laughing to the hollyhocks,
Splashing in the sunshine, to the tune of May is set.
Enticing to a little boy, beckoning him to fish
or swim,
"Forget your school, come play with me
For it’s a pleasant day you see--"
Spilling o’er its gentle shores, reaches out its hand to
him.
While murmuring gay melodies in a merry jubilee,
Dancing by the wooded hills,
Under bridges, past the mills,
Like a child with spirits high, dashes out to meet the sea.