Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Emily Dickinson 1830-1886 ~ Richard Rogers 1902-1979 & Oscar Hammerstein 1895-1960 ...You'll Never Walk Alone ~ Johnny Cash 1932-2003
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb of me.
And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb of me.
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