Oh! If People Knew What A Comfort

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.

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.

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

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.

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