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How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?

Every Wolf's And Lion's Howl Raises From Hell A Human Soul.

Man Was Made For Joy And Woe, And When This We Rightly Know Through The World We Safely Go. Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul To Bind.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

Life Delights In Life.