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The year's at the spring,
The 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!
From "Pippa Passes," by Robert Browning,
in
which our amazing dad read to us,
often, at the end of the day...
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