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 :| 2. 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 :| |
3. '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 :| 4. 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 :| |
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