by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

Tis not where smiles and feasting
Leave many a sighing breast
'Tis not where gold's increasing
That gives the soul its rest
'Tis found alone, where trouble
Has purified the soul;
Then happiness makes double,
And crowns with peace the whole.
Contentment gives new graces;
This talent well refines;

Last updated August 14, 2022