Sir W BT's Birth-Day

Does true Felicity on grandeur wait?
Delights she in the pageantry of show?
Say, can the glittering gew-gaws of the great
An hour of inborn happiness bestow?

He that is just, benevolent, humane,
In conscious rectitude supremely blest,
O'er the glad hearts of multitudes shall reign,
Though the gay star ne'er blaz'd upon his breast.

Ye happy children of the hoary North,
Hail the glad day that saw your patron born;
Whose private virtues and whose public worth
Might the rich seats of royalty adorn.