Kind Prince! whom the admiring world must own By truth and nature form'd to grace a throne: Whose dawn of empire like the solar ray, Chears half the _North_ with hopes of lasting day; Receive the homage which the Muses send, Their fav'rite thou! their guardian! and their friend! ARE you enthron'd?... And does your goodness deign To own your poet, and regard his strain? O blissful moment! dear auspicious grace! Does FRED'RICK'S smile my wand'ring steps embrace? Does his great soul possess'd of wisdom's balm, (Ever benevolent, and ever calm!) Leave all the dignity of state behind, To meet the humble lover of mankind? And can your hand the royal gift impart To style me friend of your _distinguish'd_ heart? Fame says of old, that _Phoebus_ heavenly bright, O'er the wide world who spreads the living light, So _Jove_ ordain'd ... his splendid carr resign'd, To live below and humanize mankind: No more his brows their wonted rays reveal'd, A shepherd's form the exil'd god conceal'd; In _Phrygian_ wilds to an unletter'd race, He sung with such divinely-pleasing grace, The savage nation in their softened hearts, Receiv'd the love of virtue and of arts! The rudest breasts the strong persuasion felt, Were taught to think, to reason, and to melt! Themselves to know, the social tye to own, And learn they were not made to live alone! Then every useful science sprung to birth, And peaceful labour blest the smiling earth: Men now united lost their antient rage, Nature rejoic'd and blest her _golden age_; An _age_ by heav'n design'd for man no more, Unless a FREDERICK shall _that_ age restore! It chanc'd as thro' the wood _Apollo_ stray'd, Ere gathering numbers peopled half the shade; As near the cooling stream he pass'd the day And wak'd the golden lyre to wisdom's lay! Attentive to the sound a _stranger swain_, His reed attun'd to imitate the strain; The god well-pleas'd the rustic genius spy'd, Approv'd his aim, and deign'd to be his guide! Aided his trembling hands to touch the string, Whisper'd the words, and shew'd him how to sing! The swain improving blest the care bestow'd, Nor in the _master_ yet perceiv'd the _god_: Nor knew the immortal flame his bosom fir'd, But like a shepherd lov'd him, and admir'd! In me, _great prince_, the image stands renew'd, I feel myself with kindred warmth indu'd; As to thy praise I tune the conscious lyre, I ask whence draws my breast the noble fire? Tell what inspires me, happy people tell? Beneath my Fred'rick's orient sway who dwell: From rapid _Rhine_ to silver-streaming _Meine_, The peaceful subjects of his placid reign? Or ye on _Prussia's_ amber yielding shore, Who bless his name, and hail his guardian power! Yes ... let consenting lands his virtues raise,