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Robert Laurence Binyon - To The Belgians
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Yet when the challenge rang, 
" The War-Lord comes ; give room ! " 
Fearless to arms you sprang 
Against the odds of doom. 

Like your own Damian 
Who sought that lepers` isle 
To die a simple man 
For men with tranquil smile, 

So strong in faith you dared 

Defy the giant, scorn 

Ignobly to be spared, 

Though trampled, spoiled, and torn, 

And in your faith arose 
And smote, and smote again, 
Till those astonished foes 
Reeled from their mounds of slain, 

The faith that the free soul, 
Untaught by force to quail, 
Through fire and dirge and dole 
Prevails and shall prevail.
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