(struct from Sir Kobert Hart's messuye dated Peking the 24th Tune 1900: "Phe situation is desperate! Make haste!")
Make haste! Make haste! Ah! list the frenzied ery We fling across the world!
Will none reply While Powers pause,—while Armies vacillate, Wo vainly pray for help—Come not too late!
Make haste! Make haste!
Once more that broken ery, Once more we shriek it forth before we die!
Women and children fail; children and wives, Save them, great God! We yield instead our lives!
Make haste! Make haste! feeble yet frantic ory!
Will no one hear? Say! is not rescue nigh Wo slowly perish. Powers, Nations,—hear, Thy countrymen's appeal; thy people's prayer!
Make haste! Make haste the plunderers at our gat Annative with raging roar our speedy ate.
How long can we withstand bullet and ball?
Starvation, parching heat,—before we fall Make haste! Make haste! Cold is our He whom we loved, lies bleeding,—butchered,—low Whileround outwalls hismurd'rers scream and yell Drunk with the blood they shed, when Ketteler fell Make haste! Make haste!—Ah what is that we hear?
The tramp of Allied Armies drawing near?—Delusive dream! *Tis Chinese pillage,—waste.
Our strength is well-nigh spent!—Brothers!—make haste Tokio, July Sth, 1900,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.