AN ANTHEM

*On the Lamented Death of her*

ROYAL HIGHNESS

THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

WRITTEN BY W. H. IRELAND, AND SET TO MUSIC BY THOMAS SHAW,
Organist of the Oratoire, Rue St. Honoré.

HEAVENLY Choir assist our strain,
Seraphs leave your blissful throne;
Wake the notes to thrilling pain,
And embalm our anguish'd moan.
On your downy pinions bear,
Charlotte's spirit we deplore;
Beaming now your brightest care,
Radiant Angel evermore.

Hover round us Spirits bless'd,
Shed the dew of Heaven benign;
Let the Cherub-Babe at rest,
Sweetly on our sorrows shine.
In the mother's fond embrace
Waft from high the balmy store;
That devotion may enchase,
Griefs our fervent bosoms pour.

Holy God !---Almighty King!!
May thy pity shield our grief;
Shade us with thy fost'ring wing,
And in mercy yield relief.
Prostrate we thy will obey,
And with contrite tears implore;
Mercy's light to guide our way,
Charlotte beams on us no more.