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.
~ Solitude by Alexander Pope
beautiful spot for contemplating….lovely poem
I enjoyed this thoroughly. Having a Sheltie, we love sheep and am drawn to them too. I lobe sheeps.
I really need to print this out. LOVED it!
Love the poem- we all need a bit of peace of mind.