My Troubles Are Over, And I Am

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.

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?

There Is No Religion Without Love, And People May Talk As Much As They Like About Their Religion, But If It Does Not Teach Them To Be Good And Kind To Man And Beast, It Is All A Sham.

I Am Never Afraid Of What I Know.

He Is Called The Horse