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I set out for the Land of Content, / By the gay crowded pleasure-highway, / With laughter, and jesting, I went / With the mirth-loving throng for a day; / Then I knew I had wandered astray, / For I met returned pilgrims, belated, / Who said, "We are weary and sated, / But we found not the Land of Content."
I turned to the steep path of fame, / I said, "It is over yon height- / This land with the beautiful name- / Ambition will lend me its light. " / But I paused in my journey ere night, / For the way grew so lonely and troubled; / I said-my anxiety doubled- / "This is not the road to Content."