Happiness.
Reading edition
Say, what is Happiness?--a gem That glitters in the diadem That decks the monarch's brow? Or does this gem, of form divine, Gild fortune's gay and jewell'd shrine, Where heartless flatterers bow? Or dwells it in the sparkling eye,-- Or hides it 'neath the witchery Of beauty's loveliness? Or comes it with refreshing power, Like dewdrops to the fainting flower, The miser's heart to bless? No, seek it not in Monarchs' hall, Nor yet beneath the glittering pall, That hides Ambition's fane; Nor yet with Beauty does it dwell: It is not charm'd by magic spell, Nor bound by golden chain, But they whose hearts with love are fill'd, "Whose words like heav'nly dew distill'd," Are ever just and kind; Who seek God's favor to obtain, Rather than praise of man to gain, This gem will surely find.