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.

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.

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.

Paradise can be found on the back of horses, in books and between the breasts of women.

Paradise can be found on the back of horses, in books and between the breasts of women.

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.

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.

Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.

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

Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers

Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers