"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.611, Harvard University Press
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