P OSSESS'D of ev'ry power to please,
Each native charm, improved by art,
Has all of dignity, and ease—
That strikes, pervades, and glads the heart:

Oft art thou present to my mind
In all the glow of beauty dress'd,
Each charm, exalted, and refined;
By fancy's pencil well express'd.

But, wherefore absent from my sight?
To Anna's bosom, ever dear!
Who views thee, present, with delight,
Who names thee, absent, with a tear.