Monday, January 11, 2010
A Rural Seat
Grant me, indulgent Heaven, a rural seat,
Rather contemptible than great;
Where, though I taste life's sweets, still I may be
Athirst for immortality.
I would have business, but exempt from strife;
A private, but an active, life;
A conscience bold, and punctual to his charge;
My stock of health, or patience, large.
Some books I'd have, and some acquaintance too,
But very good, and very few.
Then (if one mortal two such grants may crave)
From silent life I'd steal into my grave.
Hat tip: Stephen Pentz.
- What's That to My Books and Me?
- In Leisure and Obscurity
- In Calm Leisure Let Me Rest
- Pleasing, Useful Studies
- My Little Zoar