Classic Poem

Oh ! vale of L — — , again I descry
The scenes where so oft I have wandered before;
And weary and worn to thy bosom I fly,
Sweet vale of L — — , I leave thee no more.

The moon-light is sleeping serene on thy breast,
The dew-drops like pearls in thy lily-bells lie;
The songsters have folded their pinions to rest,
And merrily dances the rivulet by.

Oh! vale of L — — , while here I repose,
I dream that life's cares and its perils are o'er,
So smoothly the current of happiness flows;
Sweet vale of L — — , I leave thee no more.