Luyện nghe bài hát The Metting of The Waters

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

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

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

Sweet vale of avoca, how calm I rest,
In thy bosom of with the friends I love best,
Where the storm that we feel in this cold world cease,
And our hearts thy waters, be mingled in peace,
And our hearts thy waters, be mingled in peace.