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Alexander Pope - A Quiet Life
Identifier
012543
Type of Spiritual Experience
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The Quiet Life – A Pope
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 unconcerned 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.