Luyện nghe bài hát The Metting of The Waters

There is not in the wild world a so sweet,
As the vale in whose the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last of feeling and life must depart,
Ere, the bloom of valley shall fade from my heart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall from my heart.

Yet it was not that nature had o'er the scene,
Her purest of crystal and brightest of
"twas not her magic of streamlet or rill,
Oh! no, it was more exquisite still.
Oh! no, it was something exquisite still.

"twas that friends, the of my bosom, were near,
Who made dear scene of enchantment more dear;
And who how the best charms of nature improve,
we see them reflected from looks that we love,
When we see them reflected from looks we love.

Sweet of avoca, how calm could I rest,
In thy of shade with the friends I love best,
Where the storm we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts like thy waters, be in peace,
And our hearts like thy waters, be in peace.