Written In Early Spring Written In Early Spring |
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Written In Early SpringWritten In Early Spring
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 grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail`d its wreaths;
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 this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature`s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man?
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