Nine popular songs/My Anna's Urn

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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.