Emily Dickinson, The Feathers Of ‘Hope’ Are An Eternal Spring.

When hope is lost then all is gone, and when all is gone, only nought is left to live for, but in a life where, vicissitude and opportunity co-habit, and where every dark dusk, gives birth to a bright dawn, anybody can rise from grass to grace, so never cease to hope and pray. Read Emily Dickinson’s ‘Hope’ Is The Thing With Feathers- at https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/42889.

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