.........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.

                       .....MY FINER THOUGHT....

How fine it is at night to say:



"I have not wronged a soul to-day.


I have not by a word or deed,


In any breast sowed anger's seed,


Or caused a fellow being pain;


Nor is there on my crest a stain

That shame has left. In honor's way,


With head erect, I've lived this day."

When night slips down and day departs


And rest returns to weary hearts,


How fine it is to close the book


Of records for the day, and look


Once more along the traveled mile


And find that all has been worth while;


To say: "In honor I have toiled;


My plume is spotless and unsoiled."

Yet cold and stern a man may be


Retaining his integrity;


And he may pass from day to day


A spirit dead, in living clay,


Observing strictly morals, laws,

Yet serving but a selfish cause;


So it is not enough to say:


"I have not stooped to shame to-day!"

It is a finer, nobler thought


When day is done and night has brought


The contemplative hours and sweet,


And rest to weary hearts and feet,


If man can stand in truth and say:


"I have been useful here to-day.


Back there is one I chanced to see


With hope newborn because of me.


"This day in honor I have toiled;


My shining crest is still unsoiled;


But on the mile I leave behind


Is one who says that I was kind;


And someone hums a cheerful song


Because I chanced to come along."


Sweet rest at night that man shall own

Who has not lived his day alone.