|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Nathaniel Cotton. (17071788)|
| 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.
| The Fireside. Stanza 3.|
| To be resignd when ills betide,|
Patient when favours are denid,
And pleasd with favours given,
Dear Chloe, this is wisdoms part;
This is that incense of the heart 1
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
| The Fireside. Stanza 11.|
| Thus hand in hand through life we ll go;|
Its checkerd paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we ll tread.
| The Fireside. Stanza 31.|
| Yet still we hug the dear deceit.|
| Content. Vision iv.|
| Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.|
The incense of the heart may rise.Pierpont: Every Place a Temple. [back]