where is happiness?
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Yet swifter from our eager view
We saw the rosy phantom glide!
We saw the rosy phantom glide!
"Idly we rang'd each proud alcove,
Each gilded dome, and lofty tower,
'Twas vain thro' grandeur's paths to rove,
There never dwelt the smiling power.
Each gilded dome, and lofty tower,
'Twas vain thro' grandeur's paths to rove,
There never dwelt the smiling power.
"Now, weary of the fruitless chase,
Ambition, halting, turn'd aside,
But Hope still urg'd the lagging race,
And Fancy spoke of scenes untried;
Ambition, halting, turn'd aside,
But Hope still urg'd the lagging race,
And Fancy spoke of scenes untried;
"To cottage seats our steps we bent,
With hinds we ate our hard-earn'd fare,
But soon we fled—for Discontent
And joyless ignorance were there?
With hinds we ate our hard-earn'd fare,
But soon we fled—for Discontent
And joyless ignorance were there?
