Rich and rare were the Gems she wore.
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
The Meeting of the Waters.
Oh, weep for the hour
When to Eveleen's bower
The lord of the valley with false vows came.
Eveleen's Bower.
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?