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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From an Essay on Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate,<br>All but the page prescrib'd, their present state:<br>From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:<br>Or who could suffer being here below?<br>The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today,<br>Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?<br>Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food,<br>And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.<br>Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n,<br>That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n:<br>Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,<br>A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,<br>Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,<br>And now a bubble burst, and now a world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;<br>Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.<br>What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,<br>But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.<br>Hope springs eternal in the human breast:<br>Man never is, but always to be blest:<br>The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,<br>Rests and expatiates in a life to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind<br>Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;<br>His soul, proud science never taught to stray<br>Far as the solar walk, or milky way;<br>Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n,<br>Behind the cloud topp'd hill, an humbler heav'n;<br>Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd,<br>Some happier island in the wat'ry waste,<br>Where slaves once more their native land behold,<br>No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold.<br>To be, contents his natural desire,<br>He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire;<br>But thinks, admitted to that equal sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</a><div class=q>
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All but the page prescrib'd, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today,
Had he thy reason, ..."></div>
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