FOR Right, not Might, you fought. The foe, Checked in his wild World-overthrow, Ravaged, with his remorseless band, Your ancient fanes and peaceful land, Thinking to crush you at a blow. You are not crushed, as well we know. If you are trodden, 'tis to grow; Nor can they fail at last who stand For Right, not Might! God speed you, Belgium! Time will show How large a debt to you we owe. To you -- through all reverses grand -- Men stretch to-day a grateful hand... God speed you still -- in weal and woe -- For Right, not Might. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY (FROM A WESTERNER'S POINT OF VIEW) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER by JOHN KEATS AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PRESCIENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SAN GABRIEL by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN |