Treasure Island

Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

The Year's at the Spring


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!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Sridhar M.s. (6/29/2009 9:39:00 PM)

    I was taught this poem during my highschool studies. I liked it for its simple content and the optimism that world is safe in the hands of God.
    -M.S. Sridhar. (Report) Reply

  • Sridhar M.s. (6/29/2009 9:30:00 PM)

    This is a poem I studies during my highschool studies. I liked it for its simplicity.
    The optimistic idea that the world is safe in God's hand is appealing to me. (Report) Reply

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