Paradise
Life's Paradise is in those eyes
That never fail to see
That "faintest stars in unknown skies
Await the sight of me."
And ventures new, things never done,
When planned with purpose sure,
Fill up man's soul with morning sun
Till Paradise is pure.
His eyes, his hands, his grasping mind
Make each Mars place his home,
Who sings that "I was born assigned
Dare's Paradise to roam."
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