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EPISTLE TO THE KING, PRESENTED TO HIS MAJESTY AT THE CAMP BEFORE FREIBURG. - 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 TO THE KING, PRESENTED TO HIS MAJESTY AT THE CAMP BEFORE FREIBURG.

  • King of benign, but of undaunted heart,
  • As brave as mild, and prudent without art,
  • Whither do you precipitately go?
  • The fever escaping you provoke the foe!
  • You haste to Freiburg, Peyronie in vain
  • Strove your impetuous ardor to restrain.
  • To risk your precious life, great king, beware.
  • Fields suit not him who wants physician’s care.
  • When laurels bind the conquering hero’s brow,
  • Some care of health he surely may allow.
  • Zeal spoke, but from you no attention drew,
  • Deaf to advice, you to the combat flew;
  • Inclement seasons with the foes conspire,
  • You brave the seasons and the cannon’s fire:
  • Your headlong courage fills with dread the state,
  • But your foes dread it as they dread their fate.
  • Give to Vienna, not to Paris fear,
  • Make us rejoice to whom you are so dear;
  • The hero they admire and love, once more
  • To loving subjects graciously restore.
  • A sage has said the only good below,
  • The only solid bliss that mortals know,
  • Springs from the tender sympathy of hearts,
  • From the blest transports friendship’s force imparts;
  • How happy then must be the monarch’s fate,
  • Who’s loved by every member of the state!
  • How blessed the king whose throne’s each subject’s breast!
  • This bliss enjoy, by thee it is possessed.
  • To Paris’s ramparts even from Alsace bound
  • Approach, you’ll hear the voice of love resound.
  • Subjects you’ll see whose bosoms transports fire,
  • Blessing the hero whom their souls admire.
  • Do you not see how on their knees they fall,
  • How on your face are fixed the eyes of all,
  • How our hearts leap with transport at the sight
  • Of our loved king? This triumph’s your delight.
  • Kings dragged like slaves, through an insulting throng
  • Led to the capitol in chains along,
  • Those glittering chariots, priests, that warlike host,
  • That senate which made earth oppressed its boast.
  • Wretches from the procession to the tomb
  • Sent, were the triumphs both of pride and Rome:
  • Yours is love’s triumph, and its glory pure,
  • Their time effaced, yours ever will endure;
  • They shocked mankind, the sinking world you raise.
  • In you His image God on earth displays,
  • In the blessed age of gold you had been king,
  • Enjoy the days of happiness you bring,
  • May peace forever bless their happy course,
  • Peace makes blest days, the glorious, martial force.
  • May she still hear the victor’s voice well-known,
  • He combated for us and her alone.