He Is Called The Horse

The First Place That I Can Well Remember Was A Large Pleasant Meadow With A Pond Clear Water In It. Some Shady Trees Leaned Over It, And Rushes And Water-lilies Grew At The Deep End.

My Doctrine Is This, That If We See Cruelty Or Wrong That We Have The Power To Stop, And Do Nothing, We Make Ourselves Sharers In The Guilt.

Now I Say That With Cruelty And Oppression It Is Everybody's Business To Interfere When They See It.

If You In The Morning Throw Minutes Away, You Can't Pick Them Up In The Course Of A Day. You May Hurry And Scurry, And Flurry And Worry, You've Lost Them Forever, Forever And Aye.

Why Don't They Cut Their Own Children's Ears Into Points To Make Them Look Sharp? Why Don't They Cut Off Their Noses To Make Them Look Plucky? One Would Be Just As Sensible As The Other. What Right Have They To Torment And Disfigure God's Creatures?