“Tell me why the caged bird nutters against its prison bars, and I will tell you why the soul sickens of earthliness. The bird has wings, and wings were made to cleave the air, and soar in freedom in the sun. The soul is immortal it cannot feed upon husks.” MadeSoulSunAirBirdPrisonWingsBarsImmortalityImmortalSoarCagedCaged BirdsPrison Bars Author:Randolph Sinks Foster
“When you take the sires of the cage apart, you do not hurt the bird, but you help it. You let it out of its prison. How do you you know that death does not help me when it takes the wires of my cage down?-that it does not release me, and put me into some better place and better condition of life?” KnowsLifeDoeHelpingHurtConditionsBirdPrisonReleaseHelp MeCagesBetter PlaceWire Author:Randolph Sinks Foster