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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.