Category: september11th

It fills our brain with sorrow, It fills our …

It fills our brain with sorrow,
It fills our heart with pain—

But, above the wreck and the ruin,
Tall and straight as a lance
The tower is looming proudly—

It stands erect in its Glory,
Shattered and tattered and torn,

To tell to the World the story,
To tell to the still Unborn,
The Tale of the Hate of the Vandal—

He who in wilful envy,
He who in vulgar spite,
Is robbing the world of its treasures

He asks for a place “In the Light”,
Drive him back to the Darkness—

The Darkness from whence he came
There to nourish his Malice,
To wallow there in his Shame.“

—Fontenoy, Aisne, 1918, "American soldier’s verse