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 The Search by Robert William Service 
						Happiness, a-roving roundFor a sweet abiding place,
 In a stately palace found
 Symmetry and gilded grace;
 Courtliness and table cheer,
 All that chimes with evening dress . . .
 "I could never stick it here,"
 Swift decided Happiness.
 
 Happiness a-seeking still,
 In a mansion of the town,
 Comfort-crammed to overspill,
 Sought in vain to settle down.
 Every nook strained to express
 Opulent prosperity . . .
 But "Alas!" said Happiness,
 "This is not my cup of tea."
 
 In a cottage by the sea,
 Most monastically bare,
 Happiness peered wistfully,
 And he spied me waiting there.
 "Stay," said I: "No need to roam;
 Though no riches I possess,
 Squat and make yourself at home. . . ."
 "Say, that's swell!" said Happiness.
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