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,

The rustling of the trees;

Among the singing of the birds,

The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might happen,

I cast them all away

Among the clover-scented grass,

Among the 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!