Happy the man, whose wish and care <br />A few paternal acres bound, <br />Content to breathe his native air, <br /> In his own ground. <br /> <br />Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, <br />Whose flocks supply him with attire, <br />Whose trees in summer yield him shade, <br /> In winter fire. <br /> <br />Blest! who can unconcern'dly find <br />Hours, days, and years slide soft away, <br />In health of body, peace of mind, <br /> Quiet by day, <br /> <br />Sound sleep by night; study and ease <br />Together mix'd; sweet recreation, <br />And innocence, which most does please, <br /> With meditation. <br /> <br />Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; <br />Thus unlamented let me dye; <br />Steal from the world, and not a stone <br /> Tell where I lye.<br /><br />Alexander Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-on-solitude/
