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 Now caught the lustre shed in streams By the fierce sun's meridian beams, And weaving hues of every dye Blended with magic harmony, Glowed in celestial mockery. And when, at times, a heedless zephyr The bow which trembled there did sever Each broken arch would, wavering, woo Its gentle image to renew Their love—now in the sunbeams waving, Now in the ambient spray-dew laving Their charms—then close in fond embrace Leaving no tinge of parting's trace. Oh! ever thus should friends remain Aye linked in friendship's golden chain ; Seizing the sunshine of bright hours, Plucking the rosy-blossomed flowers; And if the world's unwelcome breath Taint with its blight one roseate wreath Unheeded let it find a grave When not our skill its sweets can save. If from our grasp the rose is torn Why should our bosoms nurse the thorn ? In amity's pure cup we'll find