Hope wears golden feathers
And you had better hold him tightFor soon he shall go soaring off
Away into the night
You can ride upon the eagle's back
Laugh at the rush of wind
Go sailing off to meet the stars
And never stoop down again
But if your grip is weak or loose
Through your fingers hope will slip
And you'll be forced to trudge barefoot
All your long life's trip
So grasp that lofty eagle as
He ignores the winds that blow;
He'll carry you 'cross valleys
That confound the folks below
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