Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sunday Muse

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


  1. beautiful spot for contemplating....lovely poem

  2. I enjoyed this thoroughly. Having a Sheltie, we love sheep and am drawn to them too. I lobe sheeps.

  3. I really need to print this out. LOVED it!

  4. Love the poem- we all need a bit of peace of mind.