listening to the sweet whispers of my Soul
Telling me that all is One
And I am Loved."
Quoted by: J. Twyman
HOPE
by Emily Dickinson
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 chilliest land,
And on the strongest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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