Pippa's Song

"Oh," they said, "Pippa's song from Pippa Passes. What a complacent little thing. How trite. What a self-satisfied, trivial sort of a response to the suffering of the world."

Who were they now? I don't remember names. The opinion-makers of the age I grew up in. Men and women determined to paint everything battleship grey. Professional depressives...

Pippa's Song is by Robert Browning. And it expresses exactly what I'm feeling this morning- in this bright spring weather. Yes, in spite of everything. The brain is assaulted by bad news; The heart sings....

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!