"But He said to them, You are the ones who declare yourselves just and
upright before men, but God knows your hearts. For what is exalted and
highly thought of men is detestable and abhorrent in the sight of God."
(Luke 16:15)
Photograph by Bob Gibbons/Science Photo Library
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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?
"Lines Written In Early Spring"
(1798)
William Wordsworth
(1770-1850)
English Romantic poet
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