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.