Monument of our own age's shame, <br />On thy country casting endless blame, <br /> Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to me <br />Calm repose be to thy ashes blest! <br />In thy life thou vainly sought'st for rest, <br /> But at length 'twas here obtained by thee! <br /> <br />When will ancient wounds be covered o'er? <br />Wise men died in heathen days of yore; <br /> Now 'tis lighter--yet they die again. <br />Socrates was killed by sophists vile, <br />Rousseau meets his death through Christians' wile,-- <br /> Rousseau--who would fain make Christians men!<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rousseau-2/
