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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD LEMON PIE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT |