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Robert Laurence Binyon - Louvain - To Dom Brunt Destrtt, O.S.B.
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IT was the very heart of Peace that thrilled 
In the deep minster-bell`s wide-throbbing sound 
When over old roofs evening seemed to build 
Security this world has never found. 

Your cloister looked from Caesar`s rampart, high 
O`er the fair city : clustered orchard-trees 
Married their murmur with the dreaming sky. 
It was the house of love and living peace. 

And there we talked of youth`s delightful years 
In Italy, in England. Now, O Friend, 
I know not if I speak to living ears 
Or if upon you too is come the end. 

Peace is on Louvain ; dead peace of spilt blood 
Upon the mounded ashes where she stood.
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