By Mary Coles Carrington
How dark the hour of death must seem,
To him who as the end draws near,
Sees the accusing piteous ghosts
Of tortured animals appear!...
I cannot think God would requite
Even to him such pain and dread,
But this I pray - that he may hear
And understand the hapless dead.
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