I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!
Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!