A little bird am I,
Shut in from fields of air;
Yet in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there;
Well pleased His prisoner to be
Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.
My cage confines me round;
Abroad I cannot fly;
But though my is closely bound,
My heart's at liberty.
My prison walls cannot control.
The flight, the freedom of the soul.
-By Madam de la Mothe Guton-
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