“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.”…
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