Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.

But Deep This Truth Impressed My Mind — Thro' All His Works Abroad, The Heart Benevolent And Kind The Most Resembles God.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men, Gang Aft A-gley, And Leave Us Nought But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy.

But Of All Nonsense, Religious Nonsense Is The Most Nonsensical; So Enough, & More Than Enough Of It - Only, By The Bye, Will You, Or Can You Tell Me, My Dear Cunningham, Why A Religioso Turn Of Mind Has Always A Tendency To Narrow And Illiberalise The Heart?