* 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. 



* 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 shalt 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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