Thursday, March 24, 2016

Our thoughts are with the innocent victims of the Belgium terrorist attacks


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.

by Edith Wharton

1 comment:

  1. A very fitting choice of poem Andrew. Thanks for sharing this and the link.