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The German Art

By no kind Augustus reared,
To no Medici endeared,
German art arose;
Fostering glory smiled not on her,
Ne’er with kingly smiles to sun her,
Did her blooms unclose.

No, she went by monarchs slighted
Went unhonored, unrequited,
From high Frederick’s throne;
Praise and pride be all the greater,
That man’s genius did create her,
From man’s 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!


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Poem The German Art - Friedrich Von Schiller