What the arts of Greece created
Vainly has the Gaul translated
To the banks of Seine
Let grand museums proudly boast
The trophies of a plund’ring host,
The triumph is in vain.
The Muse will frown on his endeavour
Arms, never won her smiles or favour
The happy one alone
Is of the heav’nly Muse possessed
Who feels her in his glowing breast
To vandals, she is stone.