We have lilies:
And we have Peace roses:
My beloved Robert Browning’s Pippa knew of what she sang:
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!
Although here along the Elm Fork of the Trinity, it would most likely be a mockingbird instead of a lark.
The Second Duchess
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