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A false self in the midst ye plant, and
make
A world around which seems ;
Blind to the heights beyond, deaf to the
sound
Of sweet airs breathed from far ’past
Indra’s sky ;
Dumb to the summons of the true life
kept
For him who false puts by.
••© ••* •a • ® ®
The third is sorrow's ceasing. This is
peace
To conquer love of self and lust of life,
To tear deep-rooted passion from the
breast,
To still the inward strife.
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The Fourth Truth is The Way. It openeth
wide,
Plain for all feet to tread, easy and near,
The noble eightfold path ; itgoeth straight
To peace and refuge. Hear I
A false self in the midst ye plant, and
make
A world around which seems ;
Blind to the heights beyond, deaf to the
sound
Of sweet airs breathed from far ’past
Indra’s sky ;
Dumb to the summons of the true life
kept
For him who false puts by.
••© ••* •a • ® ®
The third is sorrow's ceasing. This is
peace
To conquer love of self and lust of life,
To tear deep-rooted passion from the
breast,
To still the inward strife.
• •• ©«« ® B • O- • e>
The Fourth Truth is The Way. It openeth
wide,
Plain for all feet to tread, easy and near,
The noble eightfold path ; itgoeth straight
To peace and refuge. Hear I