Wordsworth by Matthew Ebel Lyrics

I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat 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…