Part 3 — ODE ON SOLITUDE.56

1 Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. 2 Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. 3 Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day; 4 Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mix'd; sweet recreation; And innocence, which most does please, With meditation. 5 Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.