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 Mailed Hands, Behold, Immortal Belgium'S Immortal King, And Man.
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