...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...the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh no ! it was sium-thing more exquisite still. " 'Twos that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every...

...last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. H. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and freshest of green ; Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill. Oh ! no. — it was something more...

...tear from thee : Then let mem'ry bring thee, Strains 1 us'd to sing thee, Oh! then remember me.' Tet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and freshest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, Ob ! no, — it waa something more...

...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...Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more...

...; and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot, in the summer of the year 1807. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of chrystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill! Oh! no—it was something...

...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 riot the soft magic of streamlet or hill ! Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still: — 'Twas...

...THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; f Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,...more exquisite still. III. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how...

...last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. n. Yet, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene...Oh! no — it was something more exquisite still. m. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment...

...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...Oh no ! — it was something more exquisite still : — 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made ev'ry dear scene of enchantment...

...last r.iys nf feeling and life must depart, lire 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; Т was «oí the soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh! no — it was something more exquisite still....