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...THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON THE BLIND BOY by COLLEY CIBBER ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN |