Hope Dies Last

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March, the beginning of spring. We have snow, frost and wind. Hope dies last. Or: don’t dies at all (underline your choice)

Also:
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

– Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man