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"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 / The Fireside. Stanza 3.
The Fireside. Stanza 3.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain