SONG. FROM "PIPPA PASSES." by ROBERT BROWNING.

 
 
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SONG. FROM "PIPPA PASSES."

 
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.
ROBERT BROWNING.,
 
 
 
 

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