To Belgium in Exile

Ah, precious tears, and each a pearl Whose price—for so in God we trust Who saw them fall in that blind swirl Of ravening flame and reeking dust— The spoiler with his life shall pay, When Justice at the last demands her Day.

O tried and proved, whose record stands Lettered in blood too deep to fade, Take courage! Never in our hands Shall the avenging sword be stayed Till you are healed of all your pain, And come with Honour to your own again. Owen Seaman