“In the rest of Nirvana all sorrows surcease:
Only Buddha can guide to that city of Peace
Whose inhabitants have the eternal release.”

"A Leader to Repose", p. 101.
Poetry of the Orient, 1865 edition

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American clergyman and poet 1822–1905

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