The Pleasure of Hope
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.
Man never is, but always to be blest.
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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