OF Love the raptur'd Poet sings-
Blooming enchanting as the day;
But ah remember, Love has wings-
He smiles- and charms- and flits away.
Sweet Friendship, meek and constant Pow'r!
I'll breathe my tenderest vows to thee;
Thou shalt illume my mortal hour,
And gild a bright eternity.
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