 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
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 pages
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our heart this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow : From our own selves our joy must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | Our life - 1865 - 234 pages
...near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. THE FIRESIDE. 125 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. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | John Bartlett - Quotations - 1865 - 504 pages
...on the Death of Thomson. NATHANIEL COTTON. 1721-1788. 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. The Fireside. St.... | |
 | John Hayden (independent minister.) - 1865 - 136 pages
...visit to some of his flock to his happy fireside. " 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."* I shall conclude this... | |
 | George Smith (Captain.) - Freemasonry - 1866 - 220 pages
...upwards of four hundred ladies were present:'56 for As 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 joy must flow, And this building our home. The entrance into the Hall... | |
 | 1866 - 882 pages
...pleasant, Cometh soon our holiday; Work away! HAPPINESS. IP solid happiness we prize, Within our bronst T I bestow — From onr ownselves our joys must flow, And that dear hut our home. Соттоя 46 >rtn0... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 pages
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, "Within our heart this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow : From our own selves our joy must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | 134 pages
...or rich, or great, But never can be blest.— Burns. P solid happiness we prize, t 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.— Cotton. THIS is the... | |
 | Isaac Jack Reeve - 1866 - 332 pages
...Forbear those pleasures that must end in woe." HOME. IP 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. CoTTON. ON CONTENT.... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 pages
...lull the mind to rest : whence of course the greatest * 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. COTTON. The Fireside.... | |
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