I followed happiness to make her mine,
Past towering oak and swinging ivy vine,
She fled, I chased,oer slanting hill and dale,
O'er fields and meadows, in purpling vale,
Pursuing rapidly, oer dashing stream
scaled the cliffs where eagles scream,
I traversed swiftly every land and sea
But always happiness eluded me.
Exhaused, fainting, I pursued no more
But sank to rest upon a barren shore.
One came and asked for food and one for alms
I placed the bread and gold in bony palms
One came for sympathy and one for rest
I shared with every needy one, my best
When lo! Sweet happiness, with form divine
Stood by me, whispering softly,"I AM THINE"
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