Hope

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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 chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


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2 Responses to “Hope”

  1. Beautiful, sincere and touching.

  2. ‘Hope’ is really inspirational poem and it’s moved me.

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