The year's at the spring, And days 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.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
And drowned in yonder living blue The lark become a sightless song.
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