Thy soul, like bird in cage, will long to break its rails.
The bird shut up, imprisoned in a little cage,
That seeks not to get out, is ignorant, not sage.
The souls who’ve freed themselves from cages of the flesh,
Are worthy fellow-travellers with prophets, fresh.
Their voices they lift up, religion to impart:
“The way of sure deliverance is here. Take heart!175
Religion hath us saved from fleshly cages, sure.
No other way is there, salvation to secure.
You then upon yourselves will chastisements inflict,