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Rh And long to the nation I shall be dear:

For rousing with my lyre its noble feelings,

For extolling freedom in a cruel age,

For calling mercy upon the fallen.

The bidding of God, О Muse, obey.

Fear not insult, ask not crown:

Praise and blame take with indifference

And dispute not with the fool!