Nirvana.
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Possession blest of that Celestial sphere Beyond the reach of hope and fear; Salvation’s port—Elysian shore Where souls remain, forevermore, In blissful calm, disturbed by naught Evolved by ranging, restless Thought, And where Eternal arms of Peace Enfolding, give secure release From chains that bind, to Death and Sin— A severance from the What-has-been— An end of seeming endless range; No farther transmigrating change, But Rest of soul, that’s sweet, supreme, Beyond, the touch of Life’s wild dream: A draught that quenches all desire— Extinguishes Ambition’s fire, And leave, an essence, pure, divine, That shall with Brama ever shine, Quiescent in that blest repose To which the wise Guatama rose.
