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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 trees
Are 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.