Song, from Pippa Passes by Robert Browning     The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in his Heaven - All's right with the world!   Poetry Main Page Poet's Main Page Top of this Page Home

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