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The Meeting
of the Waters
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.
'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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