PIPPA'S SONG
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn
Morning's at seven;
The hill-sides dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God is in his heaven--
All right's with the world!
Robert Browning
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn
Morning's at seven;
The hill-sides dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God is in his heaven--
All right's with the world!
Robert Browning
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