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
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
MINDING MY P'S WITH Q 
Great Poem
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Thank you, and thanks for stopping by the blog! 🙂
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welcome
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🙂
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One of my favourite poems, perhaps can be called a hymn ?
Susie
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Susie, we agree…it is very lovely. Perfection in just a few perfectly chosen words. Have a happy week my friend. 🙂
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You too, Kathy. These days I constantly think about you- how are you doing, my friend ?
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I’m doing well, thanks Susie. I appreciate your good thoughts. 🙂
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Is everyone well in your home today?
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