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.
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.
`Twas that
friends, the beloved 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.
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.
Thomas Moore
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