The Tree of Knowledge we in Eden prov'd;
The Tree of Life was thence to Heav'n remov'd:
Hope is the growth of Earth, the only Plant,
Which either Heav'n, or Paradise cou'd want.
Hell knows it not, to Us alone confin'd,
And Cordial only to the Human Mind.
Receive it then, t'expel these mortal Cares,
Nor wave a Med'cine, which thy God prepares.
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full of Hope
this is not a simple poem but is a medicine for hopless people. a very nice poem especially these lines...
Hell knows it not, to Us alone confin'd,
And Cordial only to the Human Mind.
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