.........Cares........

The little cares that fretted me,

I lost them yesterday

Among the fields above the sea,


Among the winds at play;


Among the lowing of the herds,


The rustling of the trees,

Among the singing of the birds,


The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what may happen,


I cast them all away


Among the clover-scented grass,


Among the new-mown hay;

Among the husking of the corn


Where drowsy poppies nod,


Where ill thoughts die and good are born

Out in the fields with God.