Hie little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday .imong the fields above the se®, ; 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 of what may happen, '• I oast them all away- - Among the clover-scented grass, Among the new-mown hay; Among the hushing of the corn; Where drowsy poppies nodf, Where ill thoughts die and good are born, Out jin the fields with God. |
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New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 12016, 19 December 1924, Page 16
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86Page 16 Advertisements Column 3 New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 12016, 19 December 1924, Page 16
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