Alexander Pope, 1688-1744.ODE ON SOLITUDEHappy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,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 unconcern’dly findHours, days, and years slide soft away,In health of body, peace of mind,Quiet by […]