 Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Read by Alan Davis-Strake. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Macbeth. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Clarica. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Dalybab. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Daniel Naran. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Ezwa in Belgium in February 2008. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Gemma Blythe. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire. Whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by JC Guan. Montreal, February 2008. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire. Whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by JC Guan. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire. Whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Lisa Esch, Folly Beach, South Carolina. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Leon Meyer. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Paul Underwood. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Fetterman. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. Thus let me live unseen, unknown. Thus, unlamented, let me die. Steal from the world, and not a stone tell where I lie. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Rebecca Erick on February 22, 2008. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres found, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Shritigal. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres found, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Solitude by Alexander Pope. Read for LibriVox.org by Skywinters. Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres found, content to breathe his native air in his own ground, whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, whose flocks supply him with a tire, whose trees in summer yield shade, in winter, fire. Blessed, who can unconcernedly 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.