"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!"
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.64, First Avenue Editions
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