Poem of the Week

Portrait of Alexander Pope

Portrait of Alexander Pope (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


by Alexander 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 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.


2 thoughts on “Poem of the Week

  1. This is just beautiful. Sad, Nostalgic. Idealistic. Nearly two thirds of Australians live in the cities and their suburbs. Middlemen have removed all contact with the source of their life support. Health of body, peace of mind. I think we all search for such contentment. Thank you for this reminder which Pope has expressed with such simplicity. I’ve returned to it several times amid some minor moments of stress today.


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