A TRIBUTE OF RESPECT

TO THE

Departed Worth of the much beloved
PRINCESS CHARLOTTE
Of Wales.

Who Died November 6th. 1817.

Words cannot express her worth.
Time will reveal her loss.

Britons! Oh Britons! weep,
Your Country's loss deplore;
The pride of England is alas no more!
Now in the arms of Christ, she's sweet asleep.

Hurry'd by Death unto the silent Tomb;
Oe'r the Nation cast a universal gloom;
While we our much revered Princess mourn;
Her Soul by Angels up to Heaven is borne.

An earthly Diadem she has lain down,
And taken up an everlasting Crown;
The regal Sceptre of Earth lays by,
And treads the Starry Pavement of the Sky.

Charlotte from Leopold is torn,
(His loss) with heartfelt sorrow, now the Nation mourns.
Fountain of Mercy, set his Soul at rest,
Teach him to feel and own thy ways are just.

Composed by W. SMITH, Toyman & Tobacconist,
72, High Street, St Mary-le-bone.