The Apotheosis of Hope
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Alexander Pope
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”
Hope.
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Alexander Pope
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”
Hope.