"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 -. (Emily Dickinson)

"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 -.

Emily Dickinson

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