And peaceful slumber closed the joyful day.
Where now, alas! affliction’s deepest sigh,
Is heard around in mournful symphony;
A mother’s tears are shed in bitter wo,
And in despondency her sorrows flow:
While sad vibrations agitate the breast,
And friendship’s voice is heard in deep distress.
’Tis past—the sigh is breathed, the tear is shed,
And Anna’s number’d with the silent dead.
She was all goodness—gen’rous was her mind,