MEETING OF THE WATERS.
There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet
At the 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 o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill.
Oh, no-it was something mote exquisite still.
'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,
Who made ev'ry 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 Ovoca! how calm could I rest
In thy boson of shade with the friends I love best;
Where the storms which we feel in this world should cease.
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.