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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.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutor’d 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 giv’n,
Behind the cloud-topp’d hill, an humbler heav’n.
—Alexander Pope, Essay on Man, 1734