Hope! of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.

Of all ills that one endures,/ hope is a cheap and universal cure.

Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure

Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.

Though you be absent here, I needs must say / The trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay, / As ever they were wont to be.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.