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Lines Written in Early Spring William Wordsworth (1798)

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 green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

 The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure:— But the least motion which they made It seemed 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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