“Too good and kind - but ah! too young to trust.”
Anna return’d, her former place resumed,
And faded beauty with now grace re-bloom’d;
And if some whispers of the past were heard,
They died innoxious, as no cause appear’d;
But other cares on Anna’s bosom press’d,
She saw her father gloomy and distress’d;
He died o’erwhelmed with debt, and soon was shed
The filial sorrow o’er a mother dead:
She sought Eliza’s arms - that faithful friend was wed;