By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state? – Alexander Pope