Hope is the thing with feathers

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Hope is  the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

The 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 chillest cold,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

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                        希望是长着羽翼的东西

希望是长着羽翼的东西，
在人的心灵停栖，
唱着没有歌词的曲调，
永远歌声不息。

微风里听歌歌声最甜，
它为千万人送去温暖，
最怕狂猛的暴风聚雨，
会使得小鸟局促不安。

无论天涯海角，僻壤荒丘，
到处有它歌声嘹亮；
哪怕山穷水尽，末路绝境，
它也从不向我索求。