 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.  Hymns for Public Worship - Page 1571772 - 202 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William A. Murrill - 1919 - 300 pages
...Paradise that hast survived the fall ! William Cowper If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam, The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut — our home. Nathaniel Cotton One... | |
 | KATE LOUISE ROBERTS - 1922 - 1422 pages
...be shared. CORNEILLE — Notes ]xir Rochefoucauld. 24 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast ople easy to lead, but difficult to drive; easy bestow, From our own selves our bliss must flow, And that dear hut, — our home. NATHANIEL COTTON—... | |
 | Oswald Doughty - English poetry - 1924 - 222 pages
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam ; The world has nothing to bestow, From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Though fools spurn Hymen's... | |
 | William Gardiner - Conduct of life - 1927 - 328 pages
...always in haste, but never in a hurry.—John Wesley. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow; From our ownselves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. —Cotton. He is no wise... | |
 | 1901 - 776 pages
...the four lines quoted here it would help amazingly: "If solid happiness we prize Within our breast this jewel lies And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home." Contentment is a great... | |
 | S.P.Sharma - 2007 - 132 pages
...man, by Nathaniel Cotton, will be read with interest: If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam; The world has nothing to bestow, From ourselves our bliss must flow, And that dear hut — our home. How far is it true today?... | |
 | English poetry - 1801 - 224 pages
...intermeddling stranger near To spoil cvur heart-felt joys. If solid happiness we prize , Within our breast this jewel lies : And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow i From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut , our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - English poetry - 1888 - 790 pages
...floor of heaven, The patter of little feet. THE FIRESIDE. F solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear place — our home. Our portion is not... | |
 | Savings and loan associations - 1921 - 606 pages
...balance in the bank amounting to 1,132.44 $80,216.71 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. — N. Cotton. A KNOT-HOLE... | |
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