ANNA's URN

Incompass'd in an angel's frame, An angel's virtues lay; Too soon did heav'n assert the claim, And call'd its own away; And call'd its own away.

My Anna's worth, my Anna's charms, Must never more return, Must never more return, What now shall fill those widow'd arms, Ah! me, Ah! me, Ah! me, my Anna's urn.