That trained horse that I saw in the World’s Fair, in seven
years had learned twenty tricks. But that horse loved only one
person, the master,/ and rushed with open her cheeks, and she
said, “You must love in the animal world is a little tiny stream
that trickles. Love in man is an ocean that rolls like the sea.
Let us bow the forehead and smite upon the breast, and confess
that man’s infinite capacity for love tells us he was made in
the image of God.” (Text.)--N. D. HILLIS.
(1910)