Luyện nghe bài hát The Metting of The Waters

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

Yet it was not that nature had shed the scene,
Her of crystal and brightest of green;
"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 felt how the best charms of improve,
When we see them reflected looks that we love,
When we see them from looks that we love.

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