Читать книгу Macmillan's Reading Books. Book V - Unknown - Страница 24

       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, glide 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.