Sunday, April 03, 2016

Sunday Morning Peace: A Poem

The Year's at the Spring

The year's at the spring
And the day's at the morn,
Morning's at seven,
The hillside'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.

--Robert Browning

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