"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome."
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Source: c.1860 Complete Poems, no.324 (first published 1864).
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