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“Hope and the Sufferer”

For me, health gushes from a thousand springs;
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My foot-stool earth, my canopy the skies.[1] 

So enthused Alexander Pope, a hunchback, crippled from childhood by spinal tuberculosis, barely four foot six inches tall. Would that every sufferer – and we all suffer – should so sing!

Perhaps he could because for him

Hope springs eternal in the human breast.[2]

[1]           An Essay on Man, Epistle 1, lines 137-140.

[2]           Ibid., 95.

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