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 maile'd hands, behold
Immortal Belgium's immortal king, and man.
King Albert's book : a tribute to the Belgian king and people from
representative men and women throughout the world.
compiled by Howells, William Dean.
New York: Hearst's International Library Co., 1914. p. 48
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