"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 snails on the thorn: God's in his heaven-All's right with the world!"
Spring
"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 snails on the thorn: God's in his heaven-All's right with the world!"