• The little cares that fretted me
    I lost them yesterday
    Among the birds 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 new-mown hay
    Among the hushing of the corn
    Where drowsy poppies nod
    Where ill thoughts die and good are born
    Out in the fields with God