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BELGIUM


Like your own Damien
Who sought that leper's isle
To die a simple man
For men with tranquil smile.


So strong in faith you dared
Defy the giant, scorn
Ignobly to be spared,
Though trampled, spoiled, and torn.


And in your faith arose
And smote, and smote again,
Till those astonished foes
Reeled from their mounds of slain.


The faith that the free soul,
Untaught by force to quail,
Through fire and dirge and dole
Prevails and shall prevail.


Still for your frontier stands
The host that knew no dread,
Your little, stubborn land's
Nameless, immortal dead.


BELGIUM

La Belgique ne regrette rien

NOT with her ruined silver spires,
Not with her cities shamed and rent,
Perish the imperishable fires
That shape the homestead from the tent.


Wherever men are staunch and free,
There shall she keep her fearless state,
And homeless, to great nations be
The home of all that makes them great.