Hear her last sigh, and ease thy Anna’s doom.”
“’Tis a fool’s wish,” the angry father cried,
But, lost in troubles of his own, complied;
And dear Eliza to her friend was sent,
T’indulge that wish, and be her punishment.
The time arrived, and brought a tenfold dread;
The time was past, and all the terror fled;
The infant died; the face resumed each charm,
And reason now brought trouble and alarm.
Should her Eliza - no! she was too just,