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