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Show 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, And 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 the drowsy poppies nod, Where ill thoughts die and good are born, Out in the fields with God. j Mrs. Browning. |