for whom blossoms this Elysian flower?
Abroad they find, who cherish it at home.
, pardon what my love extorts,
An honest love, and not afraid to frown.
Though choice of follies fasten on the great,
None clings more obstinate, than fancy fond
That sacred Friendship is their easy prey;
Caught by the wafture of a golden lure,
Or fascination of a high-born smile.
Their smiles the great and the coquette throw out
For others' hearts, tenacious of their own;
And we no less of ours, when such the bait.
Ye Fortune's cofferers, ye powers of wealth,
Can gold gain friendship? Impudence of hope!
As well mere man an angel might beget.
Love, and love only, is the loan for love.
! pride repress; nor hope to find
A friend, but what has found a friend in thee.
All like the purchase; few the price will pay;
And this makes friends such miracles below.