Royal by right of birth, royal by the sway that rules the heart, Princess the Hand that lays you low in earth Leaves you in all our loves a place apart.
Bound not by blood alone, Our Queen has held you here by dearer ties And from your life has sprang for England's throne The mother of our kings that yet shall rise.
So must your memory stand But still of other praise the best shall be ""She had the gentle emile, the open hand, The unforgetting heart of Charity
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.