Various, Universal Brotherhood, Volume XIII, No…
“ And touched by a spark of the spirit the dust explodes with life, the soil opens, waving the flowers of new spring, and again breathes joyous in the splendor of the day.VII.The soul-bird builds her cage herself,—with songs and flapping of her wings,—and enters then its gates all fascinated with the life.But soon the winged guest, from the infinity, newcomer, striking her prison's trellis-wall, reddens her golden pinions with the ruby blood.She hushes then in the dusky shadows of her house; a longing eats her heart away for the freedom of the dawn. ”
