The Promised Land is anywhere br Good men do not live in fear, br But a liar must take care br Lest the the neighbors idly stare br And suddenly avert the eye br When they see him passing by. br br The Promised Land is any place br Where a thought may dwell in peace br In a garden - whether of br The Earth, the soul, or others' love. br When the brain grows calm, and free, br The mind may dwell there peacefully. br br The garden gate is open wide: br Any guest may come inside br And see the blossoms there, that weave br Such symphonies - perhaps to leave, br Carrying, in unfettered mind, br Memories of the Promised Land.