Lines Written in Early Spring
William Wordsworth (1798)
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. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes. 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. 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. 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?
~Our Lives Post-Stella, Tirzah's graduation party, S. & Kristin's wedding,
The kids are finished with school!~
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*Well, if you have said even one prayer for our hearts...with the moving of
Chris, Kimberly, & Baby Stella...I WANT TO THANK YOU!! *
*We can FEEL the pr...
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