Oh Love! thy wond'rous power I own, And Cynthia bear a part: Transpire her breast with equal flame, OH! how vain is ev'ry blessing, But when love its time employs! Love, the purest, noblest pleasure, ENCOMPASS'D in an angel's frame, An angel's virtues lay; Too soon did Heaven assert the claim,. My Anna's worth, my Anna's charms, Must never more return; What now shall fill these widow'd arms ? London: Printed by W. Bulmer and Co. Cleveland-row, St. James's. |