France

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France

Unhappy State! with horrors still to strive:

Thy Hugo dead, thy Boulanger alive;

A Prince who’d govern where he dares not dwell,

And who for power would his birthright sell⁠—

Who, eager o’er his enemies to reign,

Grabs at the scepter and conceals the chain;

While pugnant factions mutually strive

By cutting throats to keep the land alive.

Perverse in passion, as in pride perverse⁠—

To all a mistress, to thyself a curse;

Sweetheart of Europe! every sun’s embrace

Matures the charm and poison of thy grace.

Yet time to thee nor peace nor wisdom brings:

In blood of citizens and blood of kings

The stones of thy stability are set,

And the fair fabric trembles at a threat.