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See the little brook rushing down the steep hillside!
How it hurries!
How it leaps over the falls!
Hear it dash and splash among the rocks!
See its waters flash and sparkle in the sun!
“Stop, stop, little brook! Wait, I want to talk with you.”
“No, no, I must hurry on. I have a long way to go.”
“I will go with you, then. I will run along your banks. Please do not
hurry so. I can hardly keep up with you.”
Now we come to the wide meadow.
Here the little brook flows more slowly and quietly.
But it never stops.
It must flow ever on and on.
Bright flowers are hiding along its banks.
They peep out from the grass.
They look into the clear flowing water.
“Stay, little brook, play with us,” they whisper.
“Why do you always hurry so? Are you not weary?”
“No, no, I am never weary, never tired,” murmurs the brook.
“I never stop to play.
It is play for me to rush swiftly down the steep hill.
It is fun to flow gently across the meadow.