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Vale of Avoca
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet Oh the last rays of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill Oh No 'twas something more exquisite still Oh No 'twas something more exquisite still Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom were near Who made every scene of enchantment more dear And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love When we see them reflected from looks that we love Sweet vale of Avoca! How calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace By SIR THOMAS MOORE
