Song.—Anna, Thy Charms

    song.—anna, thy charms
    anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
    and waste my soul with care;
    but ah! how bootless to admire,
    when fated to despair!
    yet in thy presence, lovely fair,
    to hope may be forgiven;
    for sure 'twere impious to despair
    so much in sight of heaven.