Eliza is the fairest Queen That ever trod upon the green. Eliza's eyes are blessed stars, Inducing peace, subduing wars. O blessed be each day and hour Where sweet Eliza builds her bower.
Eliza's hand is crystal bright, Her words are balm, her looks are light. Eliza's breast is that fair hill, Where virtue dwells, and sacred skill. O blessed be each day and hour Where sweet Eliza builds her bower.