Edith Wharton

(24 January 1862 – 11 August 1937 / New York City / United States)

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.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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