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Edgar Guest - Arcady
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Where is the road to Arcady, 
Where is the path that leads to peace, 
Where shall I find the bliss to be, 
Where shall the weary wanderings cease? 
These are the questions that come to me, 
Where is the road to Arcady? 

Is there a mystic time and place
To which some day shall the traveler fare, 
Where there is never a frowning face
And never a burden hard to bear, 
Where we as children shall romp and race? 
Is there a mystic time and place?

For Arcady is an earthly sphere
Where only the gentlest breezes blow,
A port of rest for the weary here,
Where the velvet grass and the clover grow.
I question it oft, is it far or near?
For Arcady is an earthly sphere.

And the answer comes: it is very near, 
It`s there at the end of a little street, 
Where your children`s voices are ringing clear 
And you catch the patter of little feet. 
Where is the spot that is never drear?
And the answer comes: it is very near.

For each man buildeth his Arcady,
And each man fashions his Port of Rest;
And never shall earth spot brighter be
Than the little home that with peace is blessed.
So seek it not o`er the land and sea,
For each man buildeth his Arcady.
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