Song : "Friendship from its Moorings Strays"

Friendship from its moorings strays,Love binds fast together;Friendship is for balmy days,Love for stormy weather.

For itself the one contends,Fancied wrongs regretting—Love the thing it loves defends,All besides forgetting.

Friendship is the morning larkToward the sunrise winging,Love the nightingale, at darkMost divinely singing!