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Have not a world of happiness their own — 

 Of Sympathies, of Hopes, of Pleasures, Fears, 

 Maugre man's intervention ; that for him 

 They skim the valley, sweep the wavy main. 

 Or on her bosom buoyantly preside ; 

 For hirrij and only Am, the Merulid 

 Awakes the morning with his song ; for him 

 The Corvid caws ; for him Luscinias voice, 

 At midnight heard in all its melody. 

 What time the amber clouds o'er ether sail, 

 And moon and stars, and all the planet train, 

 Bedeck the deep cerulean J Think YE now 

 It only wakes for Man ?— That all the sounds 

 Of birds in wood, in valley, forest, glade, 

 The plain, the desert, and the mighty sea, 

 On rock remote, on mountain where hath trod 

 Never a human footstep,— are for man 

 There utter'd, — his high pleasure — Man alone 1 

 Still blind to Nature's harmony and truth — 

 Her grand sublimities that ever mock 

 The puerile attempts of labouring Art — 

 The puny efforts of the creature man. 

 Still arrogant persuaders ! that to You, 

 Whatever be your fiat — good or ill. 

 They all must bend ? 



Your patience yet awhile 

 I must invoke ; and oh, that I might win 



