 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
 | Lindley Murray - 1996 - 228 pages
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 | 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... | |
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