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_!"