He hath destroyed me on every side In all respects, my person, and family, and estate. And I am gone I am a lost and dead man. My hope hath he removed All my hopes of the present life, but not of the life to come; like a tree Which, being once plucked up by the roots, never grows again. Hope in this life is a perishing thing. But the hope of good men, when it is cut off from this world, is but removed like a tree, transplanted from this nursery to the garden of God.

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