[00:03.88]012. Hope Is the Thing with Feathers

[00:16.42]Hope is the thing with feathers

[00:18.82]That perches in the soul,

[00:21.10]And sings the tune without the words,

[00:23.91]And never stops at all.

[00:26.64]The sweetest in the gale is heard;

[00:29.23]And sore must be the storm

[00:31.83]That could abash the little bird

[00:34.04]That kept so many warm.

[00:36.99]I've heard it in the chillest land,

[00:39.54]And on the strangest sea;

[00:42.03]Yet, never,in extremity,

[00:44.42]It asked a crumb of me.