By no kind Augustus reared, <br />To no Medici endeared, <br /> German art arose; <br />Fostering glory smiled not on her, <br />Ne'er with kingly smiles to sun her, <br /> Did her blooms unclose. <br /> <br />No,--she went by monarchs slighted <br />Went unhonored, unrequited, <br /> From high Frederick's throne; <br />Praise and pride be all the greater, <br />That man's genius did create her, <br /> From man's worth alone. <br /> <br />Therefore, all from loftier mountains, <br />Purer wells and richer fountains, <br /> Streams our poet-art; <br />So no rule to curb its rushing-- <br />All the fuller flows it gushing <br /> From its deep--the heart!<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-german-art/
