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GOOD KINGS HAPPY.
How Providence, with tender careConciliates human things!
And makes felicity the share
Of subjects, and of kings!
These, plac'd in humble rank below,
Commiserate the great:
And well can paint the heavy woe,
Which always follows state!
“They would not have a throne, they cry,
“All thorny is a crown:
“Those, who on flocks contented lie
“Want not the costly down!”
Happy—but surely much they err,—
As worthy kings can tell,
Who live but favours to confer
On such as merit well.
That state is certainly most blest,
Where most can be bestow'd:
Then who can doubt, a king's the best,
Whose heart is great and good?
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