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3 MEETING OF THE WATERS

There is not in this wide world a valey 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 valey 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 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, (dear, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflect’d from looks that we love.

Sweet vale of how calm could I rest, In thy bosom of shade" with the friends I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world seall cease, A»d our hearts like thy in peace