La Belgique ne regrette rien <br /> <br />Not with her ruined silver spires, <br />Not with her cities shamed and rent, <br />Perish the imperishable fires <br />That shape the homestead from the tent. <br /> <br />Wherever men are staunch and free, <br />There shall she keep her fearless state, <br />And homeless, to great nations be <br />The home of all that makes them great.<br /><br />Edith Wharton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belgium-3/
