It Is Good People Who Make Good

My Troubles Are Over, And I Am Finally Home.

Though I Am An Old Horse, And Have Seen And Heard A Great Deal, I Never Yet Could Make Out Why Men Are So Fond Of This Sport; They Often Hurt Themselves, Often Spoil Good Horses, And Tear Up The Fields, And All For A Hare, Or A Fox, Or A Stag, That They Could Get More Easily Some Other Way; But We Are Only Horses, And Don't Know.

What Right Had They To Make Me Suffer Like That?

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.

He Said Cruelty Was The Devil's Own Trade-mark, And If We Saw Any One Who Took Pleasure In Cruelty We Might Know Who He Belonged To, For The Devil Was A Murderer From The Beginning, And A Tormentor To The End. On The Other Hand, Where We Saw People Who Loved Their Neighbors, And Were Kind To Man And Beast, We Might Know That Was God's Mark.