Nor where they French do speak.
St. Vitus, he may fetch wine from such wo-land,
Ours there we do not seek.
It is from Fatherland's abundance rendered,
How were it else so good!
How could in it such noble peace be blended,
And yet such bravest mood!
Yet it grows not upon all German mountains;
For many hills we trace,
Like the old Cretans, dull and sluggish fountains,