Part 2 / Act 3 — NATHANIEL COTTON.
Reading edition
1721-1788.
The Fireside. St. 3.
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.
St. 13.
Thus hand in hand through life we'll go; Its checkered paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we'll tread.