I es,

        e reed,

        In t s mood s

        Bring sad ts to the mind.

        to ure link

        t through me ran;

        And muc grievd my    to think

        man has made of man.

        tufts, in t s bower,

        traild its hes;

        And tis my fait every ?ower

        Enjoys t breathes.

        the birds around me hoppd and playd:

        ts I easure,

        But t motion whey made,

        It seemd a thrill of pleasure.

        t their fan,

        to catche breezy air;

        And I must think, do all I ,

        t there.

        If I ts may not prevent,

        If suche plan,

        reason to lament

        man has made of man?
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