By no kind Augustus reared,
To no Medici endeared,
German art arose;
Fostering glory smiled not on her,
Neer with kingly smiles to sun her,
Did her blooms unclose.
No,-she went by monarchs
Went unhonored, unrequited,
From high Fredericks throne;
Praise and pride be all the greater,
That mans genius did create her,
From mans worth alone.
Therefore, all from loftier mountains,
Purer wells and richer fountains,
Streams our poet-art;
So no rule to curb its rushing-
All the fuller flows it gushing
From its deep-the heart!