Poems (Davidson)/Pleasure
For works with similar titles, see Pleasure.
PLEASURE.
Away! unstable, fleeting Pleasure,Thou troublesome and gilded treasure;When the false jewel changes hue,There's naught, O Man, that's left for you!What many grasp at with such joy,Is but her shade, a foolish toy;She is not found at every court,At every ball, and every sport,But in that heart she loves to rest,That's with a guiltless conscience blest.