User:Lexid523/Fritz's gayngstiest poem

From "Épître XVIII. Au maréchal Keith":

...Un père dont le cœur est tendre à ses enfants Serait-il parmi nous assez dur et bizarre Pour accabler son fils d'un châtiment barbare, Si ce malheureux fruit de sa fécondité Le choquait, en naissant, par sa difformité ? Un fils dénaturé peut irriter son père Et se voir écrasé du poids de sa colère; Mais nous, contre les dieux que peut notre fureur? Rien ne peut altérer leur éternel bonheur.''

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J'implore ton secours, ô divine Uranie! Accorde à ma raison les ailes du génie, Montre-moi la nature au feu de tes clartés : Heureux qui peut connaître et voir tes vérités!

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My rough translation: ...A father whose heart is tender to his children Would he be[,] between us[,] cruel and inhumane enough To bring down on his son a barbaric chastisement, If that unhappy fruit of his seed Had shocked him, at birth, by his deformity? An unnatural son may agitate his father And see himself crushed under the weight of his anger; But us, against the gods what can our fury do? Nothing may alter their eternal happiness....

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I implore your help, O Divine Urania! Give to my reason the wings of genius, Show me the fiery nature of your lights: Happy is he who knows and sees your truths!

I need to do a thorough reading of the whole poem eventually, but it's very long and I hope I've made some kind of point.'