That which Grecian art created, <br />Let the Frank, with joy elated, <br /> Bear to Seine's triumphant strand, <br />And in his museums glorious <br />Show the trophies all-victorious <br /> To his wondering fatherland. <br /> <br />They to him are silent ever, <br />Into life's fresh circle never <br /> From their pedestals come down. <br />He alone e'er holds the Muses <br />Through whose breast their power diffuses,-- <br /> To the Vandal they're but stone!<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-antiques-at-paris/
