HYMN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

1 Lo! where youth and beauty lie, Cold within the tomb! As the spring's first violets die, Withered in their bloom. O'er the young and buried bride, Let the cypress wave: A kingdom's hope, a kingdom's pride, Recline in yonder grave.

2 Place the vain expected child, Gently, near her breast! It never wept, it never smiled, But seeks its mother's rest. Hark! we hear the general cry! Hark! the passing bell! A thousand, thousand bosoms sigh, A long and last farewell!