MY ANNA’S URN.
Encompass’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.
My Anna’s worth, my Anna’s charms
Must never more return;
What now shall fill these widow'd arm?
Ah me! my Anna’s urn.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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