But raise, my  raise thy Song,
To Friendship nobler Strains belong.
Oh sing its tender chaste Desires,
Its equal, pure, and lasting Fires!
Such as in thy Bosom burns,
Such as my fond Soul returns.
Friendship is but Love refin'd,
Not weakens, but exalts the Mind;
And when its sacred Power we prove,
We guess how heavenly Spirits love.