Весна на часах,
И день настает;
Рано светает;
Улитка средь роз.
Жемчужна роса
И птица поет;
Бог наблюдает,
Как мир наш хорош.
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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!
Pippa's Song by Robert Browning