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EPISTLE IN ANSWER TO A LETTER, WITH WHICH, UPON HIS ACCESSION TO THE THRONE, THE KING OF PRUSSIA HONORED THE AUTHOR. - Voltaire, The Works of Voltaire, Vol. X The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Zaire, Caesar, The Prodigal, Prefaces) and Part II (The Lisbon Earthquake and Other Poems). [1901]

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From The Works of Voltaire, A Contemporary Version, (New York: E.R. DuMont, 1901), A Critique and Biography by John Morley, notes by Tobias Smollett, trans. William F. Fleming. Vol. X The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Zaire, Caesar, The Prodigal, Prefaces) and Part II (The Lisbon Earthquake and Other Poems).

Part of: The Works of Voltaire. A Contemporary Version, in 21 vols.

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EPISTLE IN ANSWER TO A LETTER, WITH WHICH, UPON HIS ACCESSION TO THE THRONE, THE KING OF PRUSSIA HONORED THE AUTHOR.

  • Become a monarch, dost thou condescend
  • Still to regard a poet as a friend?
  • Just when that happy morn’s auspicious ray
  • To the world promises so bright a day,
  • A day that proves thee good as well as great,
  • Dost thou resolve to make my bliss complete?
  • Oh, truly royal soul above all pride!
  • By thine my want of greatness is supplied:
  • Superior to all prepossession weak,
  • The language of the heart you nobly speak.
  • The generous sentiments your lines express,
  • Show you were born the human race to bless.
  • Illustrious prince, whose virtues we admire,
  • Triumphant reign, as you have penned with fire,
  • Continue by thy reign the world to bless.
  • Prevailing vice each king swears to repress;
  • But you by oaths your sacred promise bind,
  • Arts to protect, and love the human kind.
  • And thou, whose worth did persecuted shine;
  • Deemed atheist, blessed with wisdom’s lore divine;
  • Martyr to reason, against whom combined
  • Fell envy’s furious rage with error blind;
  • Return, who speak the truth, fear nothing now;
  • The crown adorns a philosophic brow.
  • That gold amassed, the life-blood of each state,
  • Which unemployed precipitates their fate;
  • Poured out discreetly by his prudent hand,
  • Revives and spreads abundance through the land.
  • He aims not idly to amuse the sight
  • With useless soldiers of gigantic height;
  • Through every clime with care preposterous sought,
  • Colossuses of war too dearly bought;
  • Courage and ardor used alone to prize,
  • He judges not of soldiers by their size.
  • Thus thinks the just, the wise thus rules a state;
  • But more’s required to make man truly great:
  • Who does what right and equity ordain,
  • Makes but a step immortal praise to gain;
  • The just is oft austere, oft sad the wise,
  • In other sentiments true greatness lies;
  • The conqueror’s dreaded, and esteemed the sage,
  • But benefactors every heart engage;
  • ’Tis not in time their glory to deface,
  • Their names renowned reach every future race.
  • What fame to him can great exploits impart,
  • Who reigns triumphant in each subject’s heart?
  • Trajan, not far from Ganges’ stream renowned,
  • In chains the hands of thirty monarchs bound;
  • And yet from conquest he derives no fame,
  • His goodness has immortalized his name.
  • Ne’er for Jerusalem in ashes laid
  • Was homage to the name of Titus paid.
  • Beloved by all men he was truly great.
  • Oh, you, who such bright virtue emulate,
  • A virtue more heroic still display,
  • And ne’er like Titus, weep to lose a day.