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To Belgium in Exile [Lines dedicated to one of her priests, by whose words they were prompted.] Land of the desolate, Mother of tears, Weeping your beauty marred and torn, Your children tossed upon the spears, Your altars rent, your … Continue reading →

Pro Patria England, in this great fight to which you go Because, where Honour calls you, go you must, Be glad, whatever comes, at least to know You have your quarrel just. Peace was your care; before the nations’ bar … Continue reading →

Thomas of the Light Heart Facing the guns, he jokes as well As any Judge upon the Bench; Between the crash of shell and shell His laughter rings along the trench; He seems immensely tickled by a Projectile which he … Continue reading →