Lines Written in Early Spring
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?
My friends, spring is sprung and it is my pleasure to wish you a happy, generative and prosperous Spring 2010! I would encourage you to take a few moments outside this weekend to enjoy the wonderful sights, sounds and smells of spring. A friend of mine and I were noting the day before yesterday that there are few things more lovely than a pasture, or any natural setting for that matter, in spring. Whether the weather is warm or cold, sunny or rainy, you can always enjoy it and make the best of the day. If weather can stop you, it will!
Wordsworth asks “Have I not reason to lament what man has made of man?” Of course! But lamentation needn’t become your core motivation, ever. In fact, to the degree that you dwell exclusively in lament, you are removing yourself from contributing to the generative expression of the beauty of life.
Your contribution to this world and in this life matters, but it is only made meaningful as it is given or expressed. Have a great day!