Weep, daughter of a royal line,

A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay;

Ah! happy if each tear of thine

Could wash a Father's fault away!

Weep—for thy tears are Virtue's tears—

Auspicious to these suffering Isles;

And be each drop in future years

Repaid thee by thy People's smiles!

March, 1812.

[MS. M. First published, Morning Chronicle, March 7, 1812

(Corsair, 1814, Second Edition).]