The Pavillion of Abounding Joy

The Pavillion of Abounding Joy

THE PAVILION OF ABOUNDING JOY

Red trees, green hills in the sunset, and steppes of boundless grass.
O little the pilgrim reckons of the Spring about to pass.
In front of the Joy Pavilion, in the drift of scented showers
To and fro I come and go on a carpet of fallen flowers.

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