
          And _Marie of Logan_; she went with them
                              too;
          A bride, scarcely more than a sweetheart,
                              'tis true.
          Her young cheek grows pale when the
                              bold troopers ride.
          Where the "Black Eagle" soars, she is close
                              at his side,
          She staunches his blood, cools the fever-burnt
                              breath,
          And the wave of her hand stays the
                              Angel of Death;
          She nurses him back, and restores
                              once again
          To both army and state the great
                              leader of men.
          She has smoothed his black plumes
                              and laid them to sleep
          Whilst the angels above them their high
                              vigils keep;
          And she sits here _alone_, with the snow
                              on her brow--
          Your cheers for her, Comrades! Three cheers
                              for her now.

[At this point, as by one impulse, every man in the room sprang to his
feet and, led by General W.W. Dudley, gave three rousing cheers, while
Mrs. Logan, with her beautiful white head bent low, vainly sought to
staunch the fast-falling tears; the air was white with the sympathetic
'kerchiefs of the ladies, and the imposing figure of Clara Barton
standing with uplifted arm, as if in signal for the cheers, so grandly
given, completed the historic and never-to-be-forgotten scene.]

          And these were the women who went
                              to the war:
          The women of question; what _did_ they
                              go for?
          Because in their hearts God had planted
                              the seed
          Of pity for woe, and help for
                              its need;
          They saw, in high purpose, a duty
                              to do,
          And the armor of right broke the
                              barriers through.
          Uninvited, unaided, unsanctioned
                              ofttimes,
          With pass, or without it, they pressed
                              on the lines;
          They pressed, they implored, 'till they ran the
                              lines through,
          And _that_ was the "
And _ Marie of Logan _; she went with them 
                               too; 
           A bride, scarcely more than a smasher, 
                              ' ti true. 
           Her young boldness grow pale when the 
                               bold troopers tease. 
           Where the " Black Eagle " soars, she is close 
                               at his slope, 
           She staunches his blood, cool the fever - burnt 
                               breath, 
           And the wave of her bridge player stays the 
                               Angel of Death; 
           She nurses him back, and restores 
                               once again 
           To both army and state the bang-up 
                               leader of men. 
           She has smoothed his bootleg plumes 
                               and laid them to sleep 
           Whilst the angel above them their high 
                               vigil keep; 
           And she sits here _ alone _, with the snow 
                               on her brow-- 
           Your cheers for her, brother! Three cheers 
                               for her now. 

 [ At this point, as by one impulse, every man in the room sprang to his 
 feet and, led by General W.W. Dudley, gave three rousing cheers, while 
 Mrs. Logan, with her beautiful white head bent low, vainly sought to 
 staunch the fast - hang tears; the air was ashen with the charitable 
' kerchiefs of the ladies, and the imposing digit of Clara Barton 
 stand with uplifted arm, as if in signal for the cheers, therefore grandly 
 given, completed the historic and never - to - be - forgotten scene. ] 

           And these were the women who went 
                               to the war: 
           The woman of question; what _ did _ they 
                               go for? 
           Because in their hearts God had implant 
                               the seeded player 
           Of pity for woe, and help for 
                               its need; 
           They saw, in eminent purpose, a duty 
                               to do, 
           And the armor of right break the 
                               barriers through. 
           Uninvited, unaided, unsanctioned 
                               ofttimes, 
           With pass, or without it, they pressed 
                               on the lines; 
           They iron, they implored,' till they run the 
                               lines through, 
           And _ that _ was the "

          And _Marie of Logak_; she went with jhwm
                              too;
          A bcide, scarxely more than a sweetfeart,
                              'tis tvbe.
          Her young chegk grows pala when the
                              bold troopers ride.
          Where thg "Blabk Eagmv" woars, she is close
                              ay his side,
          She stwuncjes his blood, coold the fever-vurne
                              breajh,
          And the wave of her fand xtays the
                              Angel of Deatv;
          She nurses hik bqck, and restores
                              onwe again
          Ti voth drmy and wtage uhe gdeat
                              leader of men.
          She has amoothqd his black plumes
                              and laid them to soeep
          Whilst jhe angels above them their high
                              vijius jecp;
          And she sits here _alone_, with the snow
                              on neg ntow--
          Yuur chzsra for her, Comrades! Three sheerw
                              for her niw.

[At this popnt, qs by one impulse, zvery man in the room sprang to his
feet and, ued gy General A.W. Dudley, eave three rousivg bheess, while
Mrs. Logan, with her beautifuo whnte head benj low, vwinly sougjt to
staunch the fast-falping jears; dhe air wad white with the sympathetic
'kerriiefs of the kagiev, and thz impoxing figure os Clara Barton
xtandiny with uplifted zrm, as mf in signal for the cheesd, so grandly
jiven, com[letwd tye histufic and never-tp-be-forgotneu scene.]

          And these xere fhe women who wzut
                              to the war:
          The women of qmesgion; what _did_ they
                              no for?
          Bqcause in theor hearts God had klantev
                              the seed
          Of plty for woe, and heli fot
                              its need;
          Tiey saw, in high purposg, a duty
                              eo do,
          And the armor if right broke tht
                              bargiers through.
          Uninvited, unaided, unsanctioned
                              ofttimes,
          Wnth pass, jr wmtiout it, they presxed
                              on the lnnes;
          They pressed, thry implored, 'tilu they ran the
                              lines through,
          And _that_ was the "
And _Marie of Logan_; she went with A scarcely more a sweetheart, 'tis pale the bold troopers Where the "Black soars, she is close at his She staunches his blood, cools the fever-burnt breath, And the wave of her stays the Angel of Death; She nurses him back, and restores once again both and the leader of men. She has smoothed his black plumes and laid them to sleep Whilst the above them their high vigils keep; And she here _alone_, with the on her brow-- Your cheers her, Three cheers her [At point, as by impulse, every man in the room sprang to his feet and, led by General W.W. Dudley, gave rousing cheers, Logan, with beautiful head low, vainly sought the fast-falling tears; the air was sympathetic 'kerchiefs of the ladies, and the imposing of Clara standing with uplifted arm, as if signal for the cheers, so grandly given, completed historic and never-to-be-forgotten scene.] And these were the women who went to the war: The question; what _did_ they for? Because in hearts had the Of pity woe, and help for its need; They saw, in high purpose, duty to do, And the armor of right broke the Uninvited, unsanctioned ofttimes, With or without it, they on lines; They pressed, they they the _that_ the

          And _Marie of Logan_; she went witH them
                              too;
          A bRide, sCarCelY mOre tHan a Sweetheart,
                              'tis tRUe.
          HeR young cheek grows pale whEn the
                              BoLD troOPeRs ridE.
          Where tHE "BLACk EAgLe" SoaRs, SHe Is cloSe
                              aT his sidE,
          She stauncHes HiS blood, cools tHE fEver-burnt
                              bReaTh,
          And the wave Of hEr hand StAys THe
                              AngEl oF DeatH;
          She nuRSes him Back, and reStORes
                              oncE Again
          To BOTh Army And state the great
                              lEAdER of men.
          She has smOothed HiS BlACK plUmeS
                              and laid thEm To sleEP
          Whilst THe ANGEls ABove them their High
                              vigils kEEp;
          ANd she sItS heRE _alone_, With tHe SNow
                              On her brow--
          YoUr chEers for heR, ComraDEs! Three CHeers
                              foR her noW.

[At ThiS poiNT, aS bY onE iMPulSE, eVerY Man In the rooM sPrAng to His
fEET ANd, leD by geneRal W.W. dudley, gave thrEe rOusiNG chEers, wHile
MRs. LoGaN, with Her beaUtifuL wHite head bent low, VainLy sought tO
stAuNch ThE fast-FAlling TeaRs; tHe air waS white wITh tHe SYMPaThetic
'kerchiefs of tHe LADiEs, and the ImposiNG fIgURe of ClarA BArtOn
stANDing wIth uPLiFted arm, aS if in sIGnAl For the cHeErs, so gRaNdlY
giVen, coMPletEd the hIstoric aNd nevER-to-be-forgotten SCene.]

          And these wERe THE wOMen wHo wEnt
                              to the war:
          the wOMen oF queSTiOn; wHAt _did_ They
                              gO fOR?
          BECause in their hearts GOd Had plaNted
                              tHe seed
          Of pity fOr woe, and heLP FOr
                              its neeD;
          TheY SaW, In high purpose, a Duty
                              tO do,
          And the aRMor of rigHt broKe the
                              barRiers throUGH.
          UninvitEd, uNaiDed, UnsANCtIoned
                              ofttimes,
          wITh paSs, Or withoUt iT, they prEssEd
                              oN thE liNeS;
          They presSed, they iMpLoReD, 'tIll They rAN the
                              lineS tHroUgH,
          AnD _that_ WAs the "

          And _Marie of L ogan_; she  went  wi thth em
                         too;
          A  brid e, scar c el y mor e thana  s w e eth ea rt ,
                       ' tis  t rue.
       Her youngche ek grows pal e w hen th e                      bold troo pe r s ride . 
      Wher e the "Black Eagl e "s oars, she is c lose
                    a t  his si d e,       She staun ches his bl o od,  cools  t hef ever-b urnt                        breath , 
        Andthe wa veofherh an dsta ys the                      A n g e l of  De ath; 
         She nur ses  him bac k, an d res tore s                          onc e ag ain
       Tobo th ar m y andsta tethe gre at
                      lea de r of  men.
       S he has smoo th edhisb l ack p lume s 
                      and l ai d t hem  to s l eep         Whil st th e  angels abovet hem their hig h 
                    vig ilsk ee p;        A nd sh e  sits here _alone_,  w ith th e sno w
                         on  her br o w--
         Yourcheers for her, Com rades ! Threecheers
                   for her now . 
[At  t his poi nt,  as byone  im pul se,  e very manin the r oo msp ra ngto hi s 
feet an d,  le dbyGener a l W.W.  Dudl ey,ga ve thr ee rous i ng c heer s,  w hile 
Mr s.  Loga n, w i thher bea utiful wh ite head  b en t low,vainly sought  t o
staunchth e f ast-fa l l ing tear s; the air was white wi t h the s ymp athet ic
' kerchiefs  of  the l adi e s, and  the i mposi ng  fi g u re of C la raBa rton
stand i n g w ith u pl ifte d arm,as if in signal fo r  th e cheers, sogra ndly g iv en, co m ple te d  th e historic and ne ver-to-be- fo r go tten scene . ]
        And th ese w e re thewomen who  went
                       to  the war:        The  wo men of  q ues tion;  what_ did _ the y
                        go for?
          Be causein th eir  hearts G odh adplanted
                      the s eed      Of  pit y  for woe, an d h e l pfor
                     it s need;
        They saw, in h ighp u rpo se, a du ty 
                       to do,
         An dt he ar mor of  right  broket h e                      barrie rs  t h rough. 
        U ninvit e d, u n a ided, unsanction ed
                    of ttimes,
         Wit h pass , or  with out it,  t hey pr ess ed 
                          o nthelin es;
      The y pr es sed , they im p l or e d,  ' t ill  the y ran  t he
                       li nes t hrough , 
       And  _t hat_w a s the "

 _ _   _ _And__Marie of_Logan_;_she went with_them
  _   _  __             __ ___too;
    _    _A bride,_scarcely more than a sweetheart,
   __  _        _     _  ___  'tis true.
_     _   Her young cheek_grows pale when the
   _     _    _ _    _  _ _  _bold troopers ride.
   _  _   Where the "Black_Eagle"_soars, she is_close
__ _  __ __     __      _   __at his side,
 _    _   She staunches his_blood, cools_the fever-burnt
_          _     _   _ __  __ breath,
_      _ _And the wave of her hand_stays the
  __     _     _    ___    _  Angel of Death;
 _  _     She nurses_him_back, and restores
   __     ___    _     _      once again
 _  _    _To_both_army and state the great
     _ _  _         _      _  leader of men.
      _   She has smoothed his black_plumes
      _   __      ____  _  _  and_laid them_to sleep
 _ _  __  Whilst the angels above them their high
         _     _    __  _   _ vigils keep;
     _    And she sits here _alone_,_with_the snow
_   _ _ _  _ _ _ _      __    on her brow--
  ____  _ Your cheers_for her, Comrades!_Three cheers
 __     _  _   _         _    for her now.

[At this point, as by one impulse, every man in the_room sprang_to his
feet and, led_by General_W.W._Dudley, gave three rousing cheers, while
Mrs._Logan, with_her beautiful white head bent low, vainly sought_to
staunch_the fast-falling tears; the air was white with the sympathetic
'kerchiefs of the_ladies,_and_the imposing figure_of_Clara Barton
standing with uplifted arm, as_if_in_signal_for_the cheers, so grandly
given, completed the_historic and never-to-be-forgotten scene.]

   __    _And these_were_the women who went
_   _          __ ____   _    to the war:
        __The women of question; what__did_ they
    __   _       _    _   _   go for?
          Because in their hearts God had planted
_    _    _  __  _   _       _the seed
          Of pity for woe, and help for
_      _  _ _        _        its need;
 _        They saw, in high purpose, a_duty
_     _     _   _   __  _ _   to_do,
   _      And the_armor of right_broke the
         _                    barriers_through.
  __      Uninvited, unaided, unsanctioned
   _ _        _       ___   __ofttimes,
    _   _ With_pass, or without it, they pressed
 _ _   _    _     __     _ __ on_the lines;
__  _ _ __They pressed,_they implored,_'till_they ran_the
 __      _  _     _     __ _  lines through,
     _    And _that__was the_"