ODE TO FRIENDSHIP.
1 NO more fond Love shall wound my breast,
2 In all his smiles deceitful drest,
3 I scorn his coward sway;
4 And now with pleasure can explore
5 The galling chains I felt before,
6 Since I am free to-day.
7 To-day with Friendship I'll rejoice,
8 Whilst dear Lucinda's gentle voice
9 Shall soften every care:
10 O Goddess of the joy sincere!
11 The social sigh! the pleasing tear!
12 Thy noble bonds I'll wear.
13 When first, ill-fated, hapless hour!
14 My soul confest Amintor's power,
15 Lucinda shar'd my grief;
16 And leaning on her faithful breast,
17 The fatal passion I confest,
18 And found a soft relief.
19 My steps she oft was wont to lead
20 Along the fair enamell'd mead,
21 To soothe my raging pain;
22 And oft with tender converse strove
23 To draw the sting of hopeless Love,
24 And make me smile again.
25 O! much-lov'd Maid! whilst life remains
26 To thee I'll consecrate my strains,
27 For thee I'll tune my lyre;
28 And, echoing with my sweetest lays,
29 The vocal hills shall speak the praise
30 Of Friendship's sacred fire.
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Title (in Source Edition): ODE TO FRIENDSHIP.
Author: Frances Brooke (née Moore)
References: DMI 32639
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