198 SIXTEENTH BIENNIAL REPORT 



SOLITUDE 



Happy the man whose wish aud care, 



A few paternal acres bound, 

 Content to breathe bis native air 

 On bis own ground. 



Whose herds with milk, whose field with bread, 



Whose floclvs supply him with attire, 

 Whose trees in summer yield him shade, 

 In Winter, fire. 



Biest who can unconcern'dly find 



Hours, days and years slide soft away, 

 In health in 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 

 Teil where I lie. 



Alexander Pope, July 17, 1709. 



