Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
And, after all, what is a lie? Tis but the truth in a masquerade. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
And, after all, what is a lie? Tis but the truth in a masquerade. – Alexander Pope
Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts, and offrings, and a thankful strain. – Alexander Pope