A snippet of this poem came to me the other day, and when I looked it up I realized how appropriate it was for this time of year. The name doesn't give much of a clue to the content, though. It's Pippa's Song by Robert Browning.
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!
5.02.2013
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