September 2011
August 2011
Blest, who can unconcern’dly 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.
Alexander Pope