Sunday, September 9, 2012

Good Morning... Have a great day...

“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 -
never in Extremity,
It asked a crumb
of me.

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