I love the words by Richard Wilbur from the lyrics of Leonard Bernstein's opera "Candide".
Let dreamers dream what worlds they please;Those Edens can’t be found.The sweetest flowers, the fairest treesAre grown in solid ground.
We’re neither pure nor wise nor good;We’ll do the best we know.We’ll build our house, and chop our wood,And make our garden grow.
As we care for our garden, our garden cares for us.
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