13. A salutationHail, mighty source of crops and men, Moselle! Your famous princes, your war-hardened youths Your language, rival of the Latin tongue, These all adorn your brow. Nor is that all: Nature has given your children character, A happy temperament all free from care. Not Rome alone can boast her ancient Cato, Nor is there only one man called 'The Just" To flourish and bring glory to his city As Aristides did in Athens once.