LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
If I these thoughts may not prevent,
And tis my faith that every ?ower
And much it grievd my heart to think
It seemd a thrill of pleasure.
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In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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What man has made of man?
The human soul that through me ran;
Have I not reason to lament
The birds around me hopphttp://www.99lib•netd and playd:
What man has made of man.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
Enjoys the air it breathes.
I heard a thousand blended notes,
To her fair works did nature link
While in a grove I sate reclined,
And I must think, do all I can,
Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,
To catch the breezy air;
But the least motion which they made,
The periwinkle traild its wreathes;
If such be of my creed the plan,
Their thoughts I cannot measure,