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,