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. |
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| ROBERT BROWNING., | |
