I Am Ashes Where Once I Was

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

It Would Be Difficult, Perhaps, To Find The Annals Of A Nation Less Stained With Crimes Than Those Of The Armenians, Whose Virtues Have Been Those Of Peace, And Their Vices Those Of Compulsion. But Whatever May Have Been Their Destiny And It Has Been Bitter Whatever It May Be In Future, Their Country Must Ever Be One Of The Most Interesting On The Globe.

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.