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Rh 'Twas thus those pleasures I lamented, Which I so oft in youth repented; My soul replete with soft desire, Vainly regretted youthful fire. But friendship then, celestial maid, From heaven descended to my aid; Less lively than the amorous flame, Although her tenderness the same. The charms of friendship I admired, My soul was with new beauty fired; I then made one in friendship's train, But destitute of love, complain.