Ode on Solitude by Alexander Pope

<p>Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman</p><p> </p><p>Ode on Solitude</p><p>By Alexander Pope</p><p>Happy the man, whose wish and care</p><p>  A few paternal acres bound,</p><p>Content to breathe his native air,</p><p>                           In his own ground.</p><p> </p><p>Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,</p><p>  Whose flocks supply him with attire,</p><p>Whose trees in summer yield him shade,</p><p>                           In winter fire.</p><p> </p><p>Blest, who can unconcernedly find</p><p>  Hours, days, and years slide soft away,</p><p>In health of body, peace of mind,</p><p>                           Quiet by day,</p><p> </p><p>Sound sleep by night; study and ease,</p><p>  Together mixed; sweet recreation;</p><p>And innocence, which most does please,</p><p>                           With meditation.</p><p> </p><p>Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;</p><p>  Thus unlamented let me die;</p><p>Steal from the world, and not a stone</p><p>                           Tell where I lie.</p>