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 Hope! will carry us high Hope! will touch the sky Hope! will guide us, Hope! will stay Through the night and day And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm Hope! will carry us high Hope! will touch the sky Hope! will guide us, Hope! will stay Through the night and day I've heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest Sea Yet - never - in Extremity It asked a crumb - of me Hope! will carry us high Hope! will touch the sky Hope! will guide us, Hope! will stay Through the night and day So let the bird of Hope! take flight Through every storm, through every night It sings for you, it sings for me A song of Hope!, for all to see