Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not have lived in vain If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one tiny pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not have lived in vain And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not have lived in vain If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one tiny pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not have lived in vain I’ve heard it in the coldest land And on the strangest Sea Yet never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb of me If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not have lived in vain If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one tiny pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not have lived in vain
