The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in His heaven — All’s right with the world. — Robert Browning The busy larke, messenger of daye, Saluteth, in her song, the mornine gay; And fyry Phoebus ryseth up so bright, That all the orient laugheth of the light. — Geoffry Chaucer — Knight’s Tale The merry larke her matins sings aloft, The thrush replyes, the mavis desca...