| 1. There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose_ bosom the bright waters meet; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not_ that nature had shed o’er the scene Her_ purest of crystal and brightest of green; ‘Twas_ not her soft_ magic of streamlet or hill, Oh! no,–it was something more exquisite still, Oh! no,–it was something more exquisite still. |
2. ‘Twas that friends, the belov’d of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear_ scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet_ vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of_ shade, with the friends I love best. Where the storms that we_ feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. |
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