' I SAW, deep in the eyes of the animals, the human soul 

 look out upon me. 



* I saw where it was born down deep under feathers and 

 fur, or condemned for awhile to roam four-footed among the 

 brambles. I caught the clinging mute glance of the prisoner, 

 and swore that I would be faithful. 



4 Thee, my brother and sister, I see and mistake not Do 

 not be afraid. Dwelling thus and thus for awhile, fulfilling 

 thy appointed time thou too shall come to thyself at last. 



' Thy half-warm horns and long tongue lapping round my 

 wrist do not conceal thy humanity any more than the learned 

 talk of the pedant conceals his for all thou art dumb we 

 have words and plenty between us.' EDWARD CARPENTER. 



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