I believe that there is an ideal hovering over the earth, an ideal of that Paradise which is not the mere outcome of imagination, but the ultimate reality towards which all things are moving. I believe that this vision of Paradise is to be seen in the sunlight, and the green of the earth, in the flowing streams, in the beauty of springtime and the repose of a winter morning. Everywhere in this earth the spirit of Paradise is awake and sending forth its voice.It reaches our inner ears without our knowing it. It tunes harp of life, urging us to send our aspiration beyond the finite, as flowers send their perfume into the air and birds their songs.
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