So long as I have galloped the horse of search on thy road
In the house of woe I have built my nest
What shall I say ! That so far as I know
I am not perfected with a moment of luxury & cheerfulness


P 541

The courser of mirth in Thy pathway sped have we;
Sans mirth and liesse no moment life led have we;
Alack, for the door mistaken, I dread, have we;
Our nesting-place made in the robbers' stead have we.'

Th 816

Since Pleasure's steed in Thy way we have prest,
No moment known unfilled by mirth and jest,
Alas ! 't is as the door not known by us,
At some thief's haunt that we had made our nest!

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