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To the Queen of Hungary.
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Would thou couldst hold with prudent, steady hand, Europa’s balance, shut up Janus’ shrine;Make feuds and discords cease at thy command, And bring from heaven Astrea, maid divine.
Would France’s treasures were dispersed no more, But prudently within the realm applied;Opulence to our cities to restore, And make them flourishing on every side.
You arts from heaven, and from the muses sprung, Whom Louis brought triumphant into France;Too long your hands are idle, lyres unstrung, ’Tis time to start from so profound a trance.
Your labors are of lasting glory sure, Whilst warlike pomps, the triumphs of a day,Blaze for a moment, never long endure, But soon like fleeting shadows pass away.
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