Alexander Pope (1688–1744)
HAPPY the man, whose wish and care | |
A few paternal acres bound, | |
Content to breathe his native air | |
In his own ground. | |
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, | 5 |
Whose flocks supply him with attire; | |
Whose trees in summer yield him shade, | |
In winter fire. | |
Blest, who can unconcern’dly find | |
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away | 10 |
In health of body, peace of mind, | |
Quiet by day. | |
Sound sleep by night; study and ease | |
Together mix’d, sweet recreation, | |
And innocence, which most does please | 15 |
With meditation. | |
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; | |
Thus unlamented let me die; | |
Steal from the world, and not a stone | |
Tell where I lie. |
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