Day 15: Clouds at Pippa Passes, Ky.

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Morning clouds settle in over a church downhill from the hostel in Pippa Passes. Interesting name, Pippa Passes. I did some googling and came across this poem by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889). It's very appropriate, given the time of year, time of day, and my mood at the time:

“Song from Pippa Passes”

The year's at the spring,
The 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.

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    • J.N. Painter on May 21, 2018 at 8:28 am
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    Beautiful photo of this remote mountain area. Recently heard a choir from the Alice Lloyd College there and learned more about the area. Quite a history! That’s funny you quoted this. We use to sing this in high school choir in the late 50s and early 60s. As a teenager, I didn’t even consider what it was talking about, just working to get the musical harmony right. It seemed so old fashioned at the time.

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