“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...
Poetry
| By
Emily Dickinson
|
June 25, 2015
| From
WorshipWeb
Tagged as: Hope, Listening, Nature, Secular