The Frank indeed by force of arms
Can hale the Grecian artist's charms
To ornament the banks of Seine;
In a museum's ordered row
Can his victorious trophies show
His countrymen to entertain!

Statues so placed will never bend,
Nor from their pedestals descend
To brighten life's unlovely tone.
He only comprehends the muse
Whose native feeling she imbues—
To vandals she remains but stone.