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 rays of and life must depart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley fade from my heart,
Ere, the of that valley shall fade from my heart.

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

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

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