I heard a thousand blended notes br While in a grove I sat reclined, br In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts br Bring sad thoughts to the mind. br br To her fair works did Nature link br The human soul that through me ran; br And much it grieved my heart to think br What Man has made of Man. br br Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, br The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; br And 'tis my faith that every flower br Enjoys the air it breathes. br br The birds around me hopped and played, br Their thoughts I cannot measure - br But the least motion which they made br It seemed a thrill of pleasure. br br The budding twigs spread out their fan br To catch the breezy air; br And I must think, do all I can, br That there was pleasure there.