Hope Is The Thing Feathers

[00:19.000]	Hope is the thing with feathers
[00:26.000]	That perches in the soul,
[00:35.000]	And sings the tune--without the words,
[00:43.000]	And never stops at all,
[00:51.000]	And sweetest in the gale is heard;
[01:01.000]	And sore must be the storm
[01:10.000]	That could abash the little bird
[01:19.000]	That kept so many warm.
[02:03.000]	I've heard it in the chillest land,
[02:12.000]	And on the strangest sea;
[02:20.000]	Yet, never, in extremity,
[02:30.000]	It asked a crumb of me.