Anna, Thy Charms

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<poem> 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.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.