The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository / Forming an Interesting Collection of Original and Select Literary Productions in Prose and Verse

by Unknown

WHAT IS HAPPINESS?

’Tis an empty fleeting shade,

By imagination made:

’Tis a bubble, straw, or worse;

’Tis a baby’s hobby-horse:

’Tis a little living, clear;

’Tis ten thousand pounds a-year:

’Tis a title, ’tis a name:

’Tis a puff of empty fame,

Fickle as the breezes blow:

’Tis a lady’s YES or NO!

And when the description’s crown’d

’Tis just no where to be found.

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For the New-York Weekly Magazine.

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