If You Get Into The Habit Of

My Troubles Are All Over, And I Am At Home; And Often Before I Am Quite Awake, I Fancy I Am Still In The Orchard At Birtwick, Standing With My Friends Under The Apple Trees.

We Call Them Dumb Animals, And So They Are, For They Cannot Tell Us How They Feel, But They Do Not Suffer Less Because They Have No Words.

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.

Oh! If People Knew What A Comfort To A Horse A Light Hand Is.

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.