Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire; Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
No traveler e'er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
