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Of happiness to mortal man

One is the road, and one the goal--

To keep unburthen'd, all he can,

From loads of care the tranquil soul.

But whoso toileth night and day,

Nor day nor night permits sweet rest.

To steal him from himself away,

Or still the fever of his breast,

Nought will it profit, though he bear

On gloomy brow the stamp of care.