WHERE IS HAPPINESS?
Pilgrim, I ween, that darken'd brow
Full many a summer's sun has known,
And o'er that bending head of snow
Has many a wintry whirlwind blown!
Full many a summer's sun has known,
And o'er that bending head of snow
Has many a wintry whirlwind blown!
Pilgrim, they say in search of lore
That form thro' various realms has past,
Shiv'ring on Zembla's ice-bound shore,
Gasping 'mid Zaara's burning waste;
That form thro' various realms has past,
Shiv'ring on Zembla's ice-bound shore,
Gasping 'mid Zaara's burning waste;
Now Pilgrim linger;—on thine eye
Fast fades the varying world away,
Fast fades the varying world away,
