Madame Guyon

A little bird I am
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there,
Well pleased a prisoner to be
Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.

My cage confines me round,
Abroad I cannot fly,
But though my wing is closely bound
My soul is at liberty -
For prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom, of the soul.