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where is happiness?
The Pilgrim rais'd his pensive eye
And mildly shook his hoary head,
His cold breast heav'd a trembling sigh
As thus the time-worn wanderer said,

"In life's warm spring, youth's transient pride,
Boldly I sought the flying Maid,
Hope led the way, a rapid guide,
And young Ambition lent his aid;

"What then were travel, toil, and pain!
Onward the ardent chase I press'd,
For I was young, and gay, and vain,
And Fancy revell'd in my breast!

"'Twas joy, 'twas glory to pursue!
We panted up the steep hill's side,