I heard a thousand blended notes$$$<br>While in a grove I sate reclined$$$<br>In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts<br>Bring sad thoughts to the mind.<br>To her fair works did Nature link<br>The human soul that through me ran;<br>And much it grieved my heart to think<br>What man has made of man.<br>Through primrose tufts$$$ in that green bower$$$<br>The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;<br>And 'tis my faith that every flower<br>Enjoys the air it breathes.<br>The birds around me hopped and played$$$<br>Their thoughts I cannot measure:<br>--But the least motion which they made<br>It seemed a thrill of pleasure.<br>The budding twigs spread out their fan$$$<br>To catch the breezy air;<br>And I must think$$$ do all I can$$$<br>That there was pleasure there.<br>If this belief from heaven be sent$$$<br>If such be Nature's holy plan$$$<br>Have I not reason to lament<br>What man has made of man?
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