A Passion of my Lord of Essex

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Happy were he could finish forth his fate
  In some unhaunted desert, where, obscure
From all society, from love and hate
  Of worldly folk; then might he sleep secure;
Then wake again, and ever give God praise,
  Content with hip, with haws, and bramble-berry;
In contemplation passing all his days,
  And change of holy thoughts to make him merry;
Who, when he dies, his tomb might be a bush,
Where harmless Robin dwells with gentle thrush.

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.