Wednesday, October 5, 2011

A Favorite

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 that 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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