A wounded Deer – leaps highest –
A word is dead When it is said, Some say.
I say it just Begins to live That day.
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become – Who had they lived, had died, but when They died, Vitality begun.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
“Faith” is a fine invention For Gentlemen who see! But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
