ABSTRACT
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, S Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, 10 In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix'd; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please, IS
With meditation.
