Poems and songs by Thomas Flatman.

The Happy Man.

PEaceful is he, and most secure, Whose heart, and actions all are pure; How smooth and pleasant is his way, Whilst Life's Meander slides away

If a fierce Thunderbolt do flie, This Man can unconcerned lie; Knows 'tis not levell'd at his head, So neither noise, nor flash can dread: Tho' a swift whirlewind tear in sunder Heav'n above him, or Earth under; Tho the Rocks on heaps do tumble, Or the World to ashes crumble, Tho' the stupendious Mountains from on high Drop down, and in their humble Vallies lie: Should the unruly Ocean roar, And dash its faome against the shore; He finds no tempest in his mind, Fears no billow, feels no wind: All is serene, all quiet there, There's not one blast of troubled air, Old stars may fall, or new ones blaze, Yet none of these his Soul amaze, Such is the man can smile at irksome death, And with an easie sigh g••ve up his breath.