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THE VALLEY OF NIGHTINGALES. 



Seest thou yon tall Rocks, where, *midst sunny light 

 beaming, 

 They lift up their heads and look proudly around;— 

 While numerous Choughs, with their cries shrill and 

 screaming, 

 Wheel from crag unto crag, and now oe'r the pro- 

 found ? 



Seest thou yonder Valley where gushes the fountain ; 



Where the Nightingales nestling harmoniously sing; 

 Where the Mavis and Merle, and the merry Lark 

 mounting. 



In notes of wild music, now welcome the spring ? 



Seest thou yonder shade where the woodbine as- 

 cending, 

 -Encircles the hawthorn with amorous twine, 

 With the bryony scandent in gracefulness blending ; 

 What sweet mingled odours — scarce less than di- 

 vine ! 



