Poëzie-album, item 3

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To Belgium! 

Brave Belgium! T'was thee stood in the stream, damming the flood 

That otherwise had swept o'er France and England.

For us thy soldiers died; for us

Thy women wept; for us thy children desolate

Torn from their homes and toss't adrift:

For us the martyrdom of innocents, the bodies bruised, the  souls distraught.

For us today in  Holland  ruin the thriving land

That once was Belgium, happy and prosperous.

Rather than England should forget her debt

Let her seas recede. Her orchard fruitless, her fields be barren,

 Her  cities shattered like Louvain or as Ypres laid level with the  stones .

But England never can forget. T'is written

On her annals for all time

That harassed, vexed, herself in tears

For the sons  taken  from her

 How will our land come  forth to comfort and relieve

Those who had saved her from their  recent  bitter plight,

No longer Belgians, strangers, as something foreign,

 Namely  Heroes,  ...  in grandeur, queenly crowned,

But now and through long years, brothers, comrades, friends!

missing

 Hop. 1st.  1915


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To Belgium! 

Brave Belgium! T'was thee stood in the stream, damming the flood 

That otherwise had swept o'er France and England.

For us thy soldiers died; for us

Thy women wept; for us thy children desolate

Torn from their homes and toss't adrift:

For us the martyrdom of innocents, the bodies bruised, the  souls distraught.

For us today in  Holland  ruin the thriving land

That once was Belgium, happy and prosperous.

Rather than England should forget her debt

Let her seas recede. Her orchard fruitless, her fields be barren,

 Her  cities shattered like Louvain or as Ypres laid level with the  stones .

But England never can forget. T'is written

On her annals for all time

That harassed, vexed, herself in tears

For the sons  taken  from her

 How will our land come  forth to comfort and relieve

Those who had saved her from their  recent  bitter plight,

No longer Belgians, strangers, as something foreign,

 Namely  Heroes,  ...  in grandeur, queenly crowned,

But now and through long years, brothers, comrades, friends!

missing

 Hop. 1st.  1915



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  • October 24, 2017 20:38:12 Thomas A. Lingner

    To Belgium! 

    Brave Belgium! T'was thee stood in the stream, damming the flood 

    That otherwise had swept o'er France and England.

    For us thy soldiers died; for us

    Thy women wept; for us thy children desolate

    Torn from their homes and toss't adrift:

    For us the martyrdom of innocents, the bodies bruised, the  souls distraught.

    For us today in  Holland  ruin the thriving land

    That once was Belgium, happy and prosperous.

    Rather than England should forget her debt

    Let her seas recede. Her orchard fruitless, her fields be barren,

     Her  cities shattered like Louvain or as Ypres laid level with the  stones .

    But England never can forget. T'is written

    On her annals for all time

    That harassed, vexed, herself in tears

    For the sons  taken  from her

     How will our land come  forth to comfort and relieve

    Those who had saved her from their  recent  bitter plight,

    No longer Belgians, strangers, as something foreign,

     Namely  Heroes,  ...  in grandeur, queenly crowned,

    But now and through long years, brothers, comrades, friends!

    missing

     Hop. 1st.  1915



  • June 15, 2017 17:36:24 L G

    To Belgium! 

    Brave Belgium! T'was thee stood in the stream, damming the flood 

    That otherwise had swept o'er France and England 

    For us thy soldiers died; for us

    Thy women wept; for us thy children desolate

    Torn from their homes and  ...   adrift

    For us the martyrdom of innocents, the bodies bruised, the  ...   disraught 

    For us today in  ... ruin the thriving land

    That once was Belgium. happy and prosperous.

    Rather than England should forget her debt

    Let her seas recede. Her orchard  fruitless , her fields be barren,

     Her  cities shatterred  like  Louvain  or  as  Ypres laid level with the  stones .

    But England never can forget. T'is written

    On her annals for all time

    That harassed, vexed,  ...  in tears

    For the  ... later from  here 



  • January 25, 2017 19:33:48 Debbie Cameron

    To Belgium!

    Brave Belgium! T'was thee stood in the stream, damming the flood

     

    That otherwise had swept o'er France and England

     

    For us thy soldiers died; for us

     

    Thy women wept: for us thy children desolate

     

    Torn from their missing and missing adrift


  • January 25, 2017 18:56:42 Debbie Cameron

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    9986 / 95230
    Source
    http://europeana1914-1918.eu/...
    Contributor
    John Decoene
    License
    http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/


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