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‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers

By November 20, 2016November 24th, 2016Blogs
‘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.

Circulated post-Trump victory by Robin Richardson.