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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Belgium


Ruined? Destroyed? Ah, no; though blood in rivers ran
Down all her ancient streets; though treasures manifold,
Love-wrought, time-mellowed, and beyond the price of gold
Are lost, yet Belgium's star shines still in God's vast plan.

Rarely have kings been great, since kingdoms first began;
Rarely have great kings been great men when all was told.
But, by the lighted torch in mailed hands, behold
Immortal Belgium's immortal king, and man. 



Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. The Birth of the Opal
  2. The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain)
  3. The Chain
  4. At Forty-Eight
  5. Intermediary


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Edith Wharton Belgium ("Not with her ruined silver spires")

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