Luyện nghe bài hát The Metting of The Waters

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

Yet it was not that had shed 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 more still.

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

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