Beyond all titles, dignity, and birth,
Oh, lovely Princess! shines thy native worth!
Thy noble Consort, whom the world admires,
Enjoys each deed thy charity inspires;
For Christian Virtue, with refulgent ray,
Gleams, with benignant lustre, o'er thy way!—
Had Heav'n assign'd thee far an humbler lot,
Still had it sparkled in the lowly cot:
But more it kindles from the mountain's height,
And spreads with nobler pow'rs its radiant light!