Oh Royal Beggar!
To fill your coffers
Why dost thou seek?
Nor lofty mountain top
Nor oceans deep
Hold ample treasures
For you to keep.
Verdant meadows
But smile a while
Winter’s frosty gales
Undo their secrets
In silence they sleep.
Look then in you
Blue and flaming orange
Blaze your hues
Bright with them your
skies
Thy emptiness
With them suffuse,
Thy royal state
No more abuse.
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