Still beats her heart to Friendship true,
All the gay scenes by hope pourtray’d,
Late hid by sorrow’s sombre shade,
Revive upon my raptur’d sight,
In glowing colours now more bright
Than when we erst in early Friendship’s bands,
First join’d our hearts and lock’d our infant hands.
Friend of my heart, that time again returns,
Again we’ll taste the joys of Friendship pure;
And tho’ Maria’s loss my Emma mourns,