Nor thou, Lucina chaste and fair,
Nor thou, sweet Genius of the nuptial bower,
Be absent; on the royal Pair
Profuse of joy your kindly blessings pour!
O haste, ye Guardians of the sacred rites,
Whose aid prolific power supplies,
So shall Britannia bless their pure delights,
When future Georges, future Charlottes rise;
By whom reflected distant times shall find
The Mother's matchless Grace, the Father's virtuous Mind.