The
year's at the spring
And 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!
And 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!
Summary: In this
poem, the poet Robert Browning describes about God’s flawless governing. In an
early spring morning, the grass on the hill sides is wet with dew-drops, the
larks are singing and flying, the snails are feeding on the thorn. Everything
around is beautiful and good because God is looking after all these things.
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