Friday, 18 November 2016

poetry 16

LINES FROM AN ESSAY ON MAN
ALEXANDER POPE

Heaven from all creatures hides book of fate
All but the page prescribe 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
Pleased to the last he crops the flowery food
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood
O blindness to the future kindly given 
That each may fill the circle marked by heaven 
Who see with equal eye as God of all 
A hero perish or a sparrow fall
Atoms or system into ruin hurled
And now a bubble burst and now a world
Hope humbly then with trembling pinion 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.......

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