SONG CCLXVII FRIENDSHIP united

As pleasing as Shades to a way-faring Swain, When the Ardours of Phaebus has deav'd the scorch'd Plain As Groves to the Linnet or Thyme to the Bee, Welcome my fair one so welcome to me.

Whom Love has united no Tyrants can part, Nor can Time e'er Efface what's engrav'd in the Heart, Remembrance survives when all Rapture is past, And Friendship's a Flame that burns bright to the last.