PIPPA'S SONG 



BY ROBERT BROWNING 



From Pippa Passes 



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! 



HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD 



BY ROBERT BROWNING 

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OH, TO be in England now that April's there! 

 And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, 



unaware, 



That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf 

 Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, 

 While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough 

 In England now! 



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