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: Sympathy : - Paul Laurence Dunbar : I know what the caged bird feels, alas! : When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; : When the wind stirs soft through the springing gla s s , : And the river flows like a stream of glas s; : When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, : And the faint pe rfume from its chalice steals-- : I know what the caged bird feels! : I know why the caged bird beats his wing : Till its blood is red on the cruel bars; : For he must fly back to his perch and cling : When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; : And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars : And they pulse again with a keener sting-- : I know why he beats his wing! : I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, : When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-- : When he beats his bars and he would be free; : It is not a carol of joy or glee, : But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, : But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-- : I know why the caged bird sings !

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