Answer:
hope-But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass;When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
Anger- And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars And they pulse again with a keener sting--I know what the caged bird feels, alas!I know why the caged bird beats his wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
Brainliest please :D
I did it in USA test prep.
