Lines written in early spring |
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Lines written in early spring
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it griev`d me my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail`d its wreathes;
And `tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp`d and play`d:
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seem`d a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If I these thoughts may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
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