hope
i’m filled with hope today as i watch my country welcome a new president.
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 chillest land,
and on the strangest sea;
yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.(e. dickinson)

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