1. 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!" 2 Through Few, But Deeply Chequer'D Years, What Moments Have Been Mine! Now Half Obscured By Clouds Of Tears, Now Bright In Rays Divine; Howe'Er My Future Doom Be Cast, My Soul, Enraptured With The Past, To One Idea Fondly Clings; Friendship! That Thought Is All Thine Own, Worth Worlds Of Bliss, That Thought Alone - "Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!" 3 Where Yonder Yew-Trees Lightly Wave Their Branches On The Gale, Unheeded Heaves A Simple Grave, Which Tells The Common Tale; Round This Unconscious Schoolboys Stray, Till The Dull Knell Of Childish Play From Yonder Studious Mansion Rings; But Here, WheNe'er My Footsteps Move, My Silent Tears Too Plainly Prove, "Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!" 4 Oh, Love! Before Thy Glowing Shrine, My Early Vows Were Paid; My Hopes, My Dreams, My Heart Was Thine, But These Are Now Decay'D; For Thine Are Pinions Like The Wind, No Trace Of Thee Remains Behind, Except, Alas! Thy Jealous Stings. Away, Away! Delusive Power, Thou Shall Not Haunt My Coming Hour; Unless, Indeed, Without Thy Wings. 5 Seat Of My Youth! [2] Thy Distant Spire Recalls Each Scene Of Joy; My Bosom Glows With Former Fire, - In Mind Again A Boy. Thy Grove Of Elms, Thy Verdant Hill, Thy Every Path Delights Me Still, Each Flower A Double Fragrance Flings; Again, As Once, In Converse Gay, Each Dear Associate Seems To Say, "Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!' 6. My Lycus! [3] Wherefore Dost Thou Weep? Thy Falling Tears Restrain; Affection For A Time May Sleep, But, Oh, 'Twill Wake Again. Think, Think, My Friend, When Next We Meet, Our Long-Wished Interview, How Sweet! From This My Hope Of Rapture Springs; While Youthful Hearts Thus Fondly Swell, Absence My Friend, Can Only Tell, "Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!" 7. In One, And One Alone Deceiv'D, Did I My Error Mourn? No - From Oppressive Bonds Reliev'D, I Left The Wretch To Scorn. I Turn'D To Those My Childhood Knew, With Feelings Warm, With Bosoms True, Twin'D With My Heart'S According Strings; And Till Those Vital Chords Shall Break, For None But These My Breast Shall Wake Friendship, The Power Deprived Of Wings! 8 Ye Few! My Soul, My Life Is Yours, My Memory And My Hope; Your Worth A Lasting Love Insures, Unfetter'D In Its Scope; From Smooth Deceit And Terror Sprung, With Aspect Fair And Honey'D Tongue, Let Adulation Wait On Kings; With Joy Elate, By Snares Beset, We, We, My Friends, Can Ne'er Forget, "Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!" 9 Fictions And Dreams Inspire The Bard, Who Rolls The Epic Song; Friendship And Truth Be My Reward - To Me No Bays Belong; If Laurell'D Fame But Dwells With Lies, Me The Enchantress Ever Flies, Whose Heart And Not Whose Fancy Sings; Simple And Young, I Dare Not Feign; Mine Be The Rude Yet Heartfelt Strain, "Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!"