That which Grecian art created, Let the Frank, with joy elated, Bear to Seine`s triumphant strand, And in his museums glorious Show the trophies all-victorious To his wondering fatherland. They to him are silent ever, Into life`s fresh circle never From their pedestals come down. He alone e`er holds the Muses Through whose breast their power diffuses,— To the Vandal they`re but stone!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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