The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hillside’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snails on the thorn: God’s in His heaven— All’s right with the world!
- Robert Browning
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hillside’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snails on the thorn: God’s in His heaven— All’s right with the world!