The Hun lines hold: Louvain is unavenged.
Be Thou our Guide, O God of Joshua!
Thru battles yet unstaged, and Comfort when,
From War's Inferno comes the phantom file,
The endless, ghastly file of martyred dead.
Daughters of Belgium, thy vestal tears
Make womanhood still more an honored name;
And Germany, when Reason reappears,
Must dearly pay for her revolting shame!
Awake, Americans! Our task is grim;