Sunday, 29 December 2013

Today is better than Yesterday- it's Hope


HOPE IS THE THING THE 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,  





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