"The spirit of religious persecution is not the special failing of any particular faith, but springs eternal in the human breast."

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O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire The streams than under ice. June could not hire Her roses to forego the strength they learn In sleeping on thy breast.

— Helen Hunt Jackson