Hope is the thing with feathers-- continued
"Hope is the thing with feathers—
That perches in my soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all— "
Prayer is the thing with crosses
That, stationed in the heart,
Brings the Gospel, in few words
A contemplative start
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