"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder."
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Source: c.1862 Complete Poems, no.640 (first published 1890).
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