The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more

The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns read more

So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,
As with a rural mound, the champain head
Of a steep wilderness.

The academy is not paradise. But learning is a place where paradise can be created.

The academy is not paradise. But learning is a place where paradise can be created.

Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings read more

Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings to nirvana, into that realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind'. What is this realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind ?

A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
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A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
On, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is
planted, the age to come is read more

It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is
planted, the age to come is prepared, plenty is provided, a city
is built, rest is appointed, goodness is established and wisdom
perfected beforehand.

Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert read more

Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert were a paradise
If thou wert there, if thou were there.

The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.

The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.