The Little Cares...

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 may happen, I cast them all away. Among the clover-scented grass, Among 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.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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