Because you love me I have much achieved, Had you despised me then I must have failed, But since I knew you trusted and believed, I could not disappo… - Paul Laurence Dunbar

It is a little dark still, but there are warnings of the day and somewhere out of the darkness a bird is singing to the Dawn.

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind blows soft through the springing grass,
And the river floats like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels! I know why the caged bird beats his wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing; And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing! I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!