On the Funeral of
Her Royal Highness the
Princess Charlotte of Wales.

Who died Nov. 6th and was interred at Windsor. Aged 21½ Yrs.

Hark, the herald's solemn sound,
Bids every heart prepare.

While sadness moves upon the ground,
And Echo's in the air.

Now the solemn hour approaches,
Charlotte's hid from every eye.

And the herse, the mourning coaches,
Strike an awe on standers by.

View Britannia the chief mourner,
Weeping o'er her last remains;

As the funeral draws nearer,
Sorrow flows from all her veins.

England grieves with her to part,
But the Lord has will'd it so;

Tho' it pierces every heart,

We must all submissive bow.

But the anthems now are chanting,
Angels hear our mournful song;

And re-echos she is chanting,

Praises in our heavenly throng.

Crabb.

London Published by J.Crabb, Ivy Lane, Paternoster Row.