Nathaniel Cotton

“ Still the brown loaf and sleep are sweet.
Far from the city I reside,
And a thatch'd cottage all my pride.
True to my heart I seldom roam,
Because I find my joys at home:
For foreign visits then begin,
When the man feels a void within. ”

“ He, who contracts his swelling sail,
Eludes the fury of the gale.
Be still, nor anxious thoughts employ;
Distrust imbitters present joy:
On God for all events depend;
You cannot want when God's your friend. ”

“ A VISION.
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 selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut our home. ”