text: can one help with the complete text of the famous english poem which had the lament "what man has made of man" its perhaps written in the 18th or the 19th century. 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;                         10           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.                              20            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?                                         hope tht helps