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TO MY ANIMALS
Are ye, dear Creatures, merely petted toys
Some idler moods a moment to amuse
With frolic sport? Go to! I rather choose
To call ye friends, whoe'er shall raise a voice
In scorn or laughter. Sure, it ne'er destroys
Our rare companionship to disabuse
My life of so sweet a union? I refuse,
Censor, to heed a jibe, that scarce annoys.
Some idler moods a moment to amuse
With frolic sport? Go to! I rather choose
To call ye friends, whoe'er shall raise a voice
In scorn or laughter. Sure, it ne'er destroys
Our rare companionship to disabuse
My life of so sweet a union? I refuse,
Censor, to heed a jibe, that scarce annoys.
With vision profounder far outspoke God's saint
From the fair Umbrian highland to men's souls,
Who taught how one Spirit made and still controls
All nature's offspring in relation fond,
Warm, intimate—sore shattered by sin's taint,
Shattered yet not dissolved the encircling bond!
From the fair Umbrian highland to men's souls,
Who taught how one Spirit made and still controls
All nature's offspring in relation fond,
Warm, intimate—sore shattered by sin's taint,
Shattered yet not dissolved the encircling bond!
December 1st, 1918.
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