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Who, the tempestuous winter o'er,

Returning quiet gives to reign,

When the retreating clouds restore

Light to thy blessed house again.

The gifts that mark Heaven's favouring care,

With brighter grace the prudent bear.

Round thee wealth flows in copious tide;

Whose feet the paths of justice tread;

Whose potent empire, far and wide,

Is over numerous cities spread.

The fairest charms of royal sway,

Prudence and majesty combined,

In thee their genuine marks display,

Whose eye declares a kindred mind.

Now happy in thy recent fame,

Won in th' equestrian Pytho's game;

This pomp displaying hymn is thine,

Which leads Apollo's sport divine.

Nor thou, great king, forget the lays

That celebrate Cyrene's praise;

Cyrene, round whose fertile soil

The charms of lovely Venus smile.

Ascribe the whole to God above,

And more than all Carrhotus' love!

Who not to Battus' royal court,

Where Justice and her train resort,

Convey'd Excuse, with glozing tongue,

From laggard Epimetheus sprung.