| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 28. To Belgium |
| | | By Eden Phillpotts |
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| 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— | 5 |
| While man has power to perish and be free— | |
| A golden flame of holiest Liberty,— | |
| Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave. | |
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| Belgium, where dwelleth reverence for right | |
| Enthroned above all ideals; where your fate | 10 |
| 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. | |
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