Sunday, May 23, 2010

Pippa Passes

I woke up to an absolute beautiful day, a perfect Midwestern spring morning. The flood waters are receding in the backyard, geraniums grace the front porch, and a house full of family. (The boys are all cooking the breakfast as well!)

Tonya and I sat out drinking coffee on the front porch after her early morning run and I happened to mention the poem Pippa Passes. I had to learn that in school, but she had never heard of it. So, for those of you who do not know of the poem, it was written by Robert Browning in 1841.

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!