Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)
The Search (Happiness, a-roving round)
Happiness, a-roving round For 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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