Enjoy this beautiful day!

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perces in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetness 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 land,

And on the strangers sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

~Emily Dickinson