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.

1. Music in the Bush
2. The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
3. The Little Old Log Cabin
4. The Younger Son
5. The March of the Dead

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