There was once an animal born into this world, and
opening his eyes upon Life, he saw above and about him
confining walls, and before him were bars of iron through which came air and light from without; this animal was
born in a cage.
Here he grew, and throve in strength and beauty under care of an invisible protecting hand. Hungering, food was ever at hand. When he thirsted water was brought, and
when he felt the need of rest, there was provided a bed of straw upon which to lie: and here he found it good, licking his handsome flanks, to bask in the sun beam that he
thought existed but to lighten his home.
Awaking one day from his slothful rest, lo! the door of his cage stood open: accident had opened it. In the corner he crouched, wondering and fearingly. Then slowly did he approach the door, dreading the unaccustomed, and would have closed it, but for such a task his limbs were purposeless. So out the opening he thrust his head, to see
the canopy of the sky grow broader, and the world waxing wider.
Back to his corner but not to rest, for the spell of the
Unknown was over him, and again and again he goes to the open door, seeing each time more Light.
Then one time standing in the flood of it; a deep in-
drawn breath—a bracing of strong limbs, and with a bound
he was gone.
On he rushes, in his mad flight, heedless that he is wounding and tearing his sleek sides—seeing, smelling,
touching of all things; even stopping to put his lips to the noxious pool, thinking it may be sweet.
Hungering there is no food but such as he must seek
and ofttimes fight for; and his limbs are weighted before he reaches the water that is good to his thirsting throat.
So does he live, seeking, finding, joying and suffering. The door which accident had opened is open still, but the cage remains forever empty!
