I leave for the United States!
The vigorous part of my life is terminated. I am on the high seas and my eyes do not tire as I contemplate this magnificent sight. Physical and moral suffering are forgotten——
I awaken each day a little farther away, and I forget that nightmare.
Is it possible I am here—I—What repose!
NEW YORK.
June 15, 1917.
To-night I have seen land again and felt a shudder, the first after a very long time.
On seeing the Statue of Liberty, my eyes are full of tears, and I cry:
"Wonderful United States, quick—into the struggle! Now it's you—Strike, strike—strike hard!"
FINIS