THE SACK OF LOUVAIN.
Ye, who profess yourselves allies Of God Who thunders in the deep; Who rolls the stare across the skies, And shuts the flowers in sleep. Ye, whe profess yourselves akin Te Atom's all-conquering hordes i Huns! that baptismal name of sin Sullies your souls and stains your swords. Ye, who profess to hold tke key Of Culture, fiefs ef Learning's crown! Kinsmen of Geethe! how weuW he Have watched the flames of Louvain town? Your poet-king, who lerved Voltaire, Who spared ne lives and salved no heart, Frederick: at least vouchsafed to spare The storied monuments of art. Recall ye how the Moslem rout Set Alexandria's pile aflame, Invoking with triumphant aheut The Prophet's Book and Allah's Kama? These sad the hosts that ravished Rome Moslem and heathen fiends were they; For deeds like theirs the euroe comes heme: Ye Goths and Vandals of te-day! in the London 'Daily News.'
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THE SACK OF LOUVAIN., Evening Star, Issue 15683, 23 December 1914
THE SACK OF LOUVAIN. Evening Star, Issue 15683, 23 December 1914
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