“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

“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 –

–

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land –

And on the strangest Sea –

Yet, never, in Extremity,

It asked a crumb – of Me.

by Emily Dickinson

“If” for Girls

If you can hear the whispering about you,

And never yield to deal in whispers, too;

If you can bravely smile when loved ones doubt you,

And never doubt, in turn, what loved ones do;

If you can keep a sweet and gentle spirit

In spite of fame or fortune, rank, or place,

And though you win your goal or only near it,

Can win with poise and lose with equal grace;

–

If you can meet with Unbelief, believing,

And hallow in your heart a simple Creed,

If you can meet Deception, undeceiving,

And learn to look to God for all you need;

If you can be what girls should be to mothers:

Chums in joy and comrades in distress,

And be unto others as you’d have the others

Be unto you – no more, and yet no less;

–

If you can keep within your heart the power

To say that firm, unconquerable “No”;

If you can brave a present shadowed hour,

Rather than yield to build a future woe;

If you can love, yet not let loving master,

But keep yourself within your own self’s clasp,

And not let Dreaming lead you to disaster,

Nor Pity’s fascination loose your grasp;

–

If you can lock your heart on confidences,

Nor ever needlessly in turn confide;

If you can put behind you all pretenses

Of mock humility or foolish pride;

If you can keep the simple, homely virtue of

Of walking right with God – then have no fear

That anything in all the world can hurt you –

And – which is more – you’ll be a Woman, dear.

 

by J. P. McEvoy

Suggested by Kipling’s “If”