Here's another poem I like.
It's called Pippa's Song by Robert Browning.
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn
Morning's at seven
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven-
All's right with the world!
Lovely!
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