The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields in Tennessee
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 pass
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the rustling of the corn
Where drowsy lilies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born-
Out in the fields with God!
-adapted from The Treasure Chest
by Charles L. Wallis
