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Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

The meeting of the waters

Irish traditional

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3. 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made each 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.

4. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest, In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

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