Out in the fields with God

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,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish cares of what might pass,
I cast them all away.

Among the clover scented grass
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the rustling of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born –
Out in the fields with God.

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  1. May 13, 2007 at 9:40 am

    this is a good one. from which book is it from, and who is the writer?

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