The Year's At The Spring
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!
Comment: In many obvious ways, of course, all's NOT right with the world. Yet it is.
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