We turn, not older with years, but newer every day.
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.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Topics: Meaning, Giving, Helpfulness, Purpose, Service, Kindness, Living
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