Hope is the Thing with Feathers

At a conference today the president of Bradley University quoted a piece of an Emily Dickinson poem:

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 strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

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I suppose it is better than the pterodactyl of cynicism....