Robert browning.-Robert browning
One year is in spring.
The day is in the morning;
Seven in the morning.
Dew on the hillside;
Larks are flying;
Snails on thorns:
God is in his heaven-
Everything is fine in this world!
In the spring of the year,
Another morning;
The morning light comes at seven o'clock;
Dewdrops hung on the mountainside;
Larks fly high;
The snail climbed up the thorn;
God is in his own heaven—
The world is orderly!