If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam.
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.
'The fireside', stanza 3
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what's buzzing this week:
Azure Ray - 'Scattered like leaves'
I Was Totally Destroying It - 'My internal din'
Purity Ring - 'Obedear'
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