Reflections

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The week-end's approaching - take time out to enjoy the view ;-)

...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.

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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.

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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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Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth (1798)