Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

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Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers    
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all
Sweetest in the gale is heard

Sore must be the storm
That could bash the little bird
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet never in extremity

                                - Emily Dickenson (1830-1886)