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“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers

“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“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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