Robert Browning
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillsides' 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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- A survivor of childhood sexual abuse, mother, friend, librarian, and writer. Thanks for stopping by. I love comments!
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Spring is like 100 years away as I look at the dusting of snow we got last night. But spring is coming. I can tell by the insanely bright sun. And the air is trying so hard to warm up. But March is such an ugly month around here. The bonus is bright days like today, when it LOOKS like it's gorgeous out there. Better than nothing!
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