"Hope Was But a Timid Friend"
There blows a gale outside,
And in where it is warm
We've gathered to read
Together words both drole
and wise and to wonder
why hope is called a bird.
"Hope was but a timid friend"
Peppermint Tea
And in where it is warm
We've gathered to read
Together words both drole
and wise and to wonder
why hope is called a bird.


Ellie Shares the Cautionary Tale of Hilaire Belloc's "Mathilda."
Gabriella reads an excerpt from People of the Valley by Frank Waters.
Grant transports us into Wallace Stevens' Sunday Morning.
I read the Emilys, Bronte and Dickinson, on Hope. You, too: "Hope was but a timid friend" and "Hope is the thing with feathers."
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