Read the following poem carefully and answer the questions by selecting the most appropriate option.

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 sweet homer
The periwinkle trail’s its wreaths;
And’ tis may faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp’d and play’d
Their thoughts I cannot measure, -
But the least motion which they made
It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twogs 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?

Read the following poem carefully and answer the questions by selecting the most appropriate option.

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 sweet homer
The periwinkle trail’s its wreaths;
And’ tis may faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp’d and play’d
Their thoughts I cannot measure, -
But the least motion which they made
It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twogs 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?

Read the following poem carefully and answer the questions by selecting the most appropriate option.

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 sweet homer
The periwinkle trail’s its wreaths;
And’ tis may faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp’d and play’d
Their thoughts I cannot measure, -
But the least motion which they made
It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twogs 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?

Read the following poem carefully and answer the questions by selecting the most appropriate option.

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 sweet homer
The periwinkle trail’s its wreaths;
And’ tis may faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp’d and play’d
Their thoughts I cannot measure, -
But the least motion which they made
It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twogs 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?

Read the following poem carefully and answer the questions by selecting the most appropriate option.

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 sweet homer
The periwinkle trail’s its wreaths;
And’ tis may faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp’d and play’d
Their thoughts I cannot measure, -
But the least motion which they made
It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twogs 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?