The Vale of Avoca

There is not in this 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

Yet it was not that nature had shed all the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green
'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill
Oh no, it was something more exquisite still

'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom were near
Who made every dear 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

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 these waters, be mingled in peace
And our hearts, like these waters, be mingled in peace