When The Unwelcome Little Unborn Shall Have

I Sometimes Think God Allows Great Britain To Be Unprincipled For The Good Of Mankind.

I Have Read A Fiery Gospel Writ In Burnished Rows Of Steel: "as Ye Deal With My Contemners, So With You My Grace Shall Deal; Let The Hero, Born Of Woman, Crush The Serpent With His Heel, Since God Is Marching On.

There Is No Hell Like That Of A Selfish Heart, And There Is No Misfortune So Great As That Of Not Being Able To Make A Sacrifice. These Two Thoughts Come To Me Strongly This Morning. It Is Something To Have Learned These Truths So That We Can Never Again Doubt Them.

We Will Not Have Great Questions Decided By Irrelevant Agencies, Our Husbands Will Not Come To Us, Reeking With Carnage, For Caresses And Applause. Our Sons Shall Not Be Taken From Us To Unlearn All That We Have Been Able To Teach Them Of Charity, Mercy, And Patience. We, The Women Of One Country, Will Be Too Tender Of Those Of Another Country To Allow Our Sons To Be Trained To Injure Theirs.

I Think Nothing Is Religion Which Puts One Individual Absolutely Above Others, And Surely Nothing Is Religion Which Puts One Sex Above Another.