 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
 | 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... | |
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