To her fair works did nature link

The birds around me hoppd and playd:

The periwinkle traild its wreathes;

What man has made of man?

Their tho九_九_藏_書ughts I cannot measure,

That there was pleasure there.

But the least motion which they made,

To catch the breezy air;

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Enjoys the air it breathes.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

It seemd a thrill of pleasure.

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Have I not reason to lament

Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,

And mu九-九-藏-書ch it grievd my heart to think

If I these thoughts may not prevent,

If such be of my creed the plan,

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

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And I must think, do all I can,

And tis my faith that every ?ower

The human soul that through me ran;

While in a grove I sate reclined,