Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.
Robert Browning — Ah but a man’s reach should exceed his…
Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.
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Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.