Life, 1917-01-11 · page 7 of 38
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Albert Belgium was a wilderness of tears; But not a road. Still her spirit lives For that grim day when down the Wilhelmstrasse Her sons shall march in serried ranks to show That Belgium is a country, not a road. * RELGIUM is a country, not a road,” He said. They came with wiles, with bribes and gold, With sophistries and darkling threats; and then \t last with arms and fire—a vast great cloud Of locusts all in grey, ravening, insatiable, Mad with the smell of blood and lust for power. SOMEWHERE IN BELGIUM GIVE US THIS DAY THEIR DAILY BREAD