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WHY should my anxious breast repine / Because my youth is fled? / Days of delight may still be mine; / Affection is not dead.
In tracing back the years of youth, / One firm record, one lasting truth, / Celestial consolation brings; / Bear it, ye breezes, to the seat, / Where first my heart responsive beat,- / "Friendship is Love without his wings!"