“ Man never is, but always to be blest: The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. ”
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1734). copy citation
| Author | Alexander Pope |
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| Source | An Essay on Man |
| Topic | home life |
| Date | 1734 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/2428/2428-h/2428-h.htm |
Context
“with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest: The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heaven;”
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