Song, from Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning
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!
On a whim today, I read it to the girls as I was getting Romilly up from her nap. Then I asked them, “Do you know what that poem is called?”
They didn’t know. “It’s called ‘Pippa Passes’, ” I told them.
Groggy, but never to be left out, Romilly was quick to pipe up, with a disgruntled frown on her face:
“Ro-Ro passes, too!”
What will the teen years be like???