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HAPPINESS.
1.
'Tis not when th' obsequious throngRaise their plaudits loud and long,
Golden showers each wish supply,
And surfeit even luxury;
'Tis not then we taste of bliss,
Or feel the glow of happiness.
2.
Rosy health the cheek may dye,Youth exult with jocund eye;
Pleasure spread her syren feast;
Parasites attend their guest;
'Tis not then we taste of bliss,
Or feel the glow of happiness.
3.
Haste, unlock the hoarded store;Feed the hungry, clothe the poor;
Aid the injured, nor the sigh
Of sorrow, pass unheeded by.
Then, yes, then we taste of bliss,
And feel the glow of happiness.
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