Hope

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Beautiful lines by Poet Emily Dickson on Hope...

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

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