The friends of truth would be fighting no more
With curs in the press; the arena
They would figure in rather, at mortal grips
With the lion, jackal, hyena.

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We should now have had only one, instead
Of six-and-thirty, Neros.
To defy the tyrant's myrmidons
We had opened our veins like heroes.

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Our Schelling, known as Seneca,
Would have perished like him. Our dictum
In the works of our own Cornelius had been,
"Cacatum non est pictum."

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Thank God! the Romans were put to flight,
And the victory was Hermann's;
Varus succumbed with his legions doomed,
And we remained good Germans.

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We're a German folk with a German tongue, '
Which will serve its turn, and pass in us;
And the Swabians—well, they are Swabians still,
And an ass is an ass, not asinus.

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The eagle-order Raumer wears
As scamp, and not scampatius;
And Freiligrath writes in his wretched rhyme—
Of a truth he's no Flaccus Horatius.

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Massmann, thank God! speaks no Latin at all;
The drama Birch-Pfeifer's trade is,
And she tipples no nasty turpentine
Like the gallant Roman ladies.

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O Hermann, to you we owe it all!
It is right you should be rewarded
With a monument brave at Detmold built.
I myself have subscribed toward it.

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