 lives away.

  And brows were dark, and words were few, the steps were quick and
                                                               strong,
  And firm the lips as ever his who treasures up a wrong;
  And stern the tone that offered up the prayer beside the bed,
  And many a Molly Stark that night wept silent tears of dread.

  The bugles call, and swords are out, and armies march abreast,
  And the old world casts a wondering glance to the strange light in the
                                                                west;
  Lo, from its lurid lightnings play, free tossing in the wind,
  Bursts forth the star-gemmed flag that wraps the hopes of all mankind.

  And weary eyes grew brighter then, and fainting hearts grew strong,
  And hope was mingled in the cry, "How long, oh Lord, how long?"
  The seething millions turn and stir and struggle toward the light;
  The free flag streams, and morning gleams where erst was hopeless
                                                                night.

  And grim Atlantic thunders still adown its rocky shores,
  And still the eagle screams his note, as aloft he sails and soars;
  And hope is born, that even thou, in some far day to come,
  O blue and rolling Marmora, shalt bear the message home.

  Dedicated to W.W. Peet, Esq.
                                                       CLARA BARTON.
  _Constantinople, July 4, 1896._

Reports are always tedious. If some reader, having persevered thus far,
if such there be, shall find himself or herself saying with a little
thrill of disappointment, "But this does not give the information
expected, it does not recommend any specific course to be pursued,
whether emigration for the Armenians, and if so, where, and how; or
autonomy, and if so, how to be secured, and assured; if more ships
should be sent, and what they should do when there; if greater pressure
of the Powers should be demanded by us, or what course, as a nation, we
ought to pursue. We had expected some light on these questions."

Appreciating and regretting this disappointment, we must remind our
anxious readers and friends--for such they are--that we have never been

lives away. 

   And brows were dark, and actor's line were few, the step were quick and 
                                                                strong, 
   And firm the lip as ever his who treasures up a ill-timed; 
   And stern the note that offered up the entreaty beside the seam, 
   And many a Molly Stark that night cry silent tears of dread. 

   The bugles address, and swords are away, and armies march abreast, 
   And the previous universe casts a wondering glance to the strange lighter in the 
                                                                 west; 
   Lo, from its lurid lightnings play, free tossing in the wind, 
   explosion forth the star - gemmed flag that wraps the hopes of all mankind. 

   And aweary eyes grew brighter then, and fainting hearts grew strong, 
   And promise was mix in the cry, " How long, oh Lord, how long? " 
   The seething millions turn and stir and struggle toward the light; 
   The free masthead streams, and morning gleam where erst was hopeless 
                                                                 nox. 

   And dour Atlantic thunders still adown its rocky shores, 
   And still the eagle screams his note, as aloft he sail and soars; 
   And hope is born, that even thou, in some far day to come, 
   O blue and roll Marmora, shalt bear the message home. 

   Dedicated to W.W. Peet, Esq. 
                                                        CLARA BARTON. 
   _ Constantinople, July 4, 1896. _ 

 Reports are constantly tedious. If some lector, having persevered thus far, 
 if such there be, shall find himself or herself saying with a little 
 bang of disappointment, " But this does not give the information 
 expected, it does not commend any specific course to be pursue, 
 whether emigration for the Armenians, and if so, where, and how; or 
 autonomy, and if so, how to be guarantee, and assured; if more ship 
 should be sent, and what they should do when there; if greater pressure 
 of the Powers should be demanded by us, or what path, as a nation, we 
 ought to prosecute. We had expected some lighter on these questions. " 

 Appreciating and regretting this disappointment, we must remind our 
 anxious readers and friend -- for such they are -- that we have never been
 liges away.

  And brows were dark, and words were fxw, the ateps wefe quick and
                                                               stribg,
  And ficj the ll's as cver kiw who treasurex up a wrotg;
  And stern dhd cone that offered up the prayer besiqe the nef,
  And many a Iollj Ftari that night wept silent tears of sread.

  Uhe bugles call, anc swords are out, and armied magch abreast,
  And tje old worle cafrs a wonderivg glance uo the stranfe light in the
                                                                wcxt;
  Lo, from iys lurid lightkings plqy, free tossing in thx wind,
  Bursts forth the star-cejmed flag that wrqpw the hopas ow alu mznlihd.

  Anf wxary eyes gdew brightee then, and fainting hqqrts grew strkng,
  Agd hope was mingled in the cry, "How long, ov Lkrd, how long?"
  The seethung millions turn and stir and struggle toward the light;
  The free flag streams, and jurnnkn gldqmd where erst was hopeless
                                                                nighj.

  And ydij Atlantic thunderd still adowb its rochy snores,
  And still the eagle wcreams his uotw, as aloft he saild and soars;
  Anc hopr is born, that even thob, in skme far day to come,
  U blue and rollivg Kasmora, shalt bear the messade home.

  Vediccted to D.W. Pget, Esq.
                                                       CLARA BARTON.
  _Constantinoplx, July 4, 1896._

Reporjs dre always cedioux. If some reaqer, having perxevered thus far,
if sucg there be, shall fynd himself os herself saymng with w lirtle
rhrill uw disappointmemt, "But thps doew not give the infprmxfion
expected, it dots not recommend anh s[ebifmc cotsse to be pussuea,
whdyher dmigration nor the Armenians, and if so, whede, and how; or
autonpmn, and if wo, how tj be secured, snd assured; if mort shipv
shuuld ne fent, and what they should do wgen there; if greater prefsurc
of jhe Powers xhould be demanded by us, or what course, as a nation, we
ougyt to pursue. We had txpected some lighe on thesa questions."

Appreciatung and regrettinn this disappointment, se musd remlnd our
anxious readers and friends--for such they are--that we have never beeb

lives away. And brows were dark, and few, steps were and strong, And his treasures up a And stern the that offered up the prayer beside bed, And many a Molly Stark that night wept silent tears of dread. bugles call, and swords are out, and armies march abreast, And the old casts wondering to strange light in the west; Lo, from its lurid lightnings play, free tossing in the wind, forth the star-gemmed flag that wraps the hopes all mankind. And weary grew brighter then, and fainting grew And hope mingled the "How long, oh how long?" The seething millions turn and stir and struggle toward the light; The free flag streams, morning gleams was hopeless And Atlantic still adown its And still the eagle screams his he sails and soars; And hope is born, even thou, some far day to come, O and rolling Marmora, shalt bear the message home. to W.W. Peet, Esq. CLARA BARTON. _Constantinople, July 4, 1896._ Reports are always tedious. If having persevered thus far, such there be, find or saying a little of disappointment, "But this does not give the information expected, it not recommend any specific course to be pursued, whether emigration Armenians, if so, where, how; or autonomy, and so, to be secured, and more should what should when there; if greater of the Powers should be by us, or what ought to pursue. We had expected some light these questions." Appreciating and regretting this disappointment, must remind our anxious readers and friends--for such they are--that we have been
 lives away.

  And brows were dark, And words weRe few, The StePs Were QuicK and
                                                               strong,
  And fIRm thE lips as ever his who treasUres uP a WRong;
  aNd Stern The tone THaT OFfeReD uP thE pRAyEr besIde The bed,
  ANd many a MolLy STaRk that night wEPt Silent tearS of Dread.

  The buglEs cAll, and SwOrdS Are ouT, anD armiEs marcH AbreasT,
  And the olD wORld casTS a wondeRINg GlanCe to the strange ligHT iN The
                                                                west;
  Lo, from iTs luriD lIGhTNIngS plAy, free tossInG in thE Wind,
  BurSTs FORTh tHE star-gemmed flAg that wraps THe hOpes of AlL maNKind.

  AnD wearY eYEs gRew brighter Then, And faintiNg hearTS grew stROng,
  And hOpe was MinGleD in tHE cRy, "how LoNG, oh lOrD, hoW LonG?"
  The seetHiNg MilliOns tURN ANd stIr aNd stRugglE toward the ligHt;
  THe frEE flAg strEams, aNd moRnIng glEams whEre erSt Was hopeless
                                                                nighT.

  And Grim AtlanTic ThUndErS stilL Adown iTs rOckY shores,
  and stilL The EaGLE ScReams his note, as alofT hE SAiLs and soaRs;
  And hOPe Is BOrn, that eVeN thOu, in SOMe far Day tO CoMe,
  O blue aNd rollINg maRmora, shAlT bear tHe MesSagE home.

  dEdicAted to w.W. Peet, EsQ.
                                                       CLARa bARTON.
  _ConstantINople, July 4, 1896._

RepoRTs ARE aLWays TedIous. If some rEadeR, HaviNg peRSeVerED thus Far,
if SuCH tHEre be, shall find himseLf Or hersElf saYing with a littLe
thrill of DISAppointmEnt, "BUT tHIs does not give tHe infOrmation
exPEcted, it dOes noT recommeNd any specIFIc course To bE puRsuEd,
wHEThEr emigration fOR The ARmEnians, aNd iF so, wherE, anD hoW; or
AutOnOmy, and if sO, how to be SeCuReD, aNd aSsureD; If more shIpS
shOuLd bE sent, ANd what They sHoulD dO wHEn tHere; if gREaTER preSsUrE
of tHe POwErs shOuld BE deManded bY us, or what CouRSe, as A nAtIon, we
ouGht to pursue. We HaD expected sOmE liGht on tHESe questiOns."

Appreciating and regreTTing thiS diSappoIntmEnt, we must RemInd our
AnxIOus reaDers anD frieNdS--foR SUch thEY ArE--thAt We have neveR BEen

 lives away.

  And browswere dark,  andwor dswe re f ew,the steps were quic k and
                                           stron g,  And f irm the li psas  ever his wh o  t reasures u p a  wrong;
  An d s tern t he  to n e tha t o ffere d up t h e pray er beside  t h e bed,   And m a n ya Mo lly Stark that ni g ht wept silent te ars of  d r ea d . 

 Th e bugles c al l, an d  swords ar e o ut, and armies ma rch abreast , 
 And th eold worldcasts  a won dering glan ce t o the str ange l i ght int he
                                           w e s t ; 
  L o,from  itslurid lightni ngs  pla y , f ree t ossin g in  t he wi nd,
 Burst sforth the star- gemm ed flag t hat  w rap sthe h o pes of  al l m ankind. 

  And wea ry e y es  grew brighter the n, a nd  faintin g hear t sgr e w strong ,  A nd h o p e was  min g le d in the  cry," Ho wlong, o hLord,ho w l ong ?"
 T he s eethin g millio ns tu r n and stir and struggle towa r dt h el ight ;
 The free f lags trea ms,a nd  mo r ninggleam sw he r e erst was hopeless 
                                                   nigh t.

 And grimA tlanticthund ers stil l adown i t s  rocky s hor es, 
 And s ti ll the eagles c ream shis not e,as alof t h e s ail s a nd  soars;
 And hop eis  b or n,thate ven thou ,inso mefar d a y to c ome,  Obl ue and  rollin g  M a r mora ,sh altbea rthe m essa g e h ome.

 Dedicate d t o  W.W .Pe et, Esq .
                                              CLARA BARTON . 
  _Con sta ntino ple,  July 4,189 6._

R epo r ts are  alway s ted io us. I f som e re ade r,  having pe r s eve red t hu s fa r,
if s uch there be, shal l  fi nd himself or  he rsel f sa yin g  w i thal itt l e 
thrill of disa ppointment ," Bu t this doe s  no tgive th e infor matio n 
expect ed, it do es not re co mmen d any  specificcourse t o be purs u ed,
w h et her e mig ration  f orthe A rmenia n s,and i f so,wh ere, a nd ho w;  or
auto nomy, and if so, how to  be se cured , a nd assure d;i f m ore ships 
sho uld be sen t,and  what  th e y sho uldd owhe n  ther e; i f  greaterp re ssu r e 
o f the Power s s hou ld be  de m andedby u s, or what course ,  as a nation,we
o u g httop ursu e.  We had expect edso m e  light o nthese quest ions."
Ap p recia ting a nd reg retting t hi s  disap poin tme nt, we mu stre m ind our 
a nx i ous re ader sand fr iends- - fors u ch they are--tha t weh a ve ne v erbeen
 lives_away.

 _And brows were dark,_and words_were_few, the_steps_were quick and
_  _   _  __             __ ___    _    _ _       __  _        strong,
_ And firm the lips as_ever his who_treasures_up_a wrong;
  And_stern the tone that offered up_the prayer beside the bed,
 _And many a Molly Stark that night_wept silent tears of dread.

 _The bugles call, and swords_are out,_and armies march abreast,
 _And the old_world casts_a wondering glance_to the strange light in the
_  _     __  ___ _  __ __     __      _   __   _    _     _ _ _ west;
  Lo, from its lurid lightnings play, free tossing_in the wind,
  Bursts forth_the star-gemmed flag that_wraps the_hopes_of all mankind.

__And weary_eyes grew brighter then, and fainting hearts_grew strong,
_ And hope was mingled in_the cry, "How long,_oh_Lord, how long?"
  The seething_millions turn and stir and struggle_toward the light;
  The_free_flag_streams, and morning gleams where_erst was hopeless
   _  _      __     __     ___    _     _        _  _    ___    night.

  And grim Atlantic thunders_still adown_its rocky shores,
_ And still the eagle screams his note, as aloft_he sails and soars;
  And hope_is born, that even thou, in some far day to come,
_ O blue and rolling Marmora, shalt bear_the message home.

  Dedicated to W.W._Peet, Esq.
  __      ____  _  _  _ _  _ _  __                 _   CLARA BARTON.
 __Constantinople, July 4, 1896._

Reports are_always_tedious. If some_reader, having persevered thus_far,
if such there be, shall find himself or_herself saying with a little
thrill of disappointment, "But this_does_not give_the information
expected, it does_not recommend_any specific_course to be_pursued,
whether emigration_for the_Armenians, and_if so, where, and how; or
autonomy, and_if_so, how to be secured, and assured; if more_ships
should_be_sent,_and what they_should do when_there; if greater_pressure
of the Powers_should_be demanded by us, or what_course, as a_nation, we
ought to pursue._We had expected some light on these questions."

Appreciating and regretting_this disappointment, we must remind our
anxious readers and friends--for such they are--that we have never been
