Tune - "Bonnie Mary." 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 Forgiv'N; For Sure 'Twere Impious To Despair, So Much In Sight Of Heav'N.
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