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Pippa's Song

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!

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  • Nobody126
    July 31, 2005
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    very true, such a wonderful phelosophical idea...this must be Utopia.Very sweet poem