This little song vibrates with an optimism that embraces the whole
universe. A frequent error in quoting it is the substitution of the word
_well_ for _right_. Browning is no such shallow optimist as to believe
that all is well with the world, but he does maintain that things are
right with the world, for in spite of its present evils it is slowly
working its way toward perfection, and in the great scheme of things it
may make these evils themselves an instrument to move it toward its
ultimate goal.
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside'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.
_Robert Browning._