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, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcernedly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixed; sweet recreation; And innocence, which most does please, 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER |