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8 ’Twas not the 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 Ovoca! how could I rest,

In thy bosom of shade with the friends I love best,

Where the storms which we feel in this cold world shall cease,

And our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

FINIS.