Hope . . . Never Stops At

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

The Pleading Of The Summer - That Other Prank - Of Snow - That Cushions Mystery With Tulle, For Fear The Squirrels - Know.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul.

Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Feet Were Almost Come To That Odd Fork In Being's Road, Eternity By Term.