CHAMPION of human honour, let us lave Your feet and bind your wounds on bended knee. Though coward hands have nailed you to the tree And shed your innocent blood and dug your grave, Rejoice and live! Your oriflamme shall wave— While man has power to perish and be free— A golden flame of holiest Liberty, Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave. Belgium, where dwelleth reverence for right Enthroned above all ideals; where your fate And your supernal patience and your might Most sacred grow in human estimate, You shine a star above this stormy night Little no more, but infinitely great. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DROWNED HIDALGO DREAMS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE ROAD MENDERS by LAURENCE BINYON ECHOES OF SPRING: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND ON MR. CRUIKSHANK OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS CHARITY THE DAUGHTER OF HUMILITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A MEMORY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH THE GIVEN HEART by ABRAHAM COWLEY OLNEY HYMNS: 8. O LORD, I WILL PRAISE THEE by WILLIAM COWPER |