“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.” IfsWorldSelfHomeHappinessJoyLyingFoolFlowDearBreastsDeceitPrizeJewelsHuts Book:Poems by Nathaniel Cotton: With the Author's Life Source: Poems by Nathaniel Cotton: With the Author's Life
“Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go; Its checker'd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we 'll tread.” LifeHandsJoyStepsPathWoeCautiousHand In Hand Book:Various Pieces in Verse and Prose Source: Various Pieces in Verse and Prose