Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Belgium

Ruined? Destroyed? Ah, no; though blood in rivers ran
Down all her ancient streets; though treasures manifold,
Love-wrought, time-mellowed, and beyond the price of gold
Are lost, yet Belgium's star shines still in God's vast plan.

Rarely have kings been great, since kingdoms first began;
Rarely have great kings been great men when all was told.
But, by the lighted torch in mailed hands, behold
Immortal Belgium's immortal king, and man. 

1. Behold the Earth
2. The Birth of the Orchid
3. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
4. In England
5. Intermediary

Edith Wharton (Эдит Уортон) Belgium ("Not with her ruined silver spires")

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