|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|AUTHOR:||Nathaniel Cotton (17071788)|
|QUOTATION:||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.
|ATTRIBUTION:||The Fireside. Stanza 3.|