Below is the poem I came across in a book I salvage from a box in our storage.

I found the poem so inspirational that I wanted to share with the readers with the hope that the poem will have a solemn and soothing effect on them as it had on me.

In the hectic and fast paced lives we live, we are running a race not knowing where it will end and how it will finish.

The man in this poem seems to have it all in full content.

In our estimation, he doesn’t seem to possess much we hold high, but has the wisdom to enjoy what he has in hand and to get a peaceful sleep with no anxiety of the future. He takes pleasure in simple things and appreciate his God given life. Even when he leaves the world, he wants to go simply unnoticed as he had lived his life.

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 attire;

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter, fire

Blest, 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.

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