LOST FEARS

  Lost Fears 

(HYMN)

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. 

E. B. Browning 

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL HYMN, SONG AND RECITATION  OF THE CHURCH OF LUTHERANS OF THE STATES OF SOUTH DAKOTA AND NORTH DAKOTA WAS PRESENTED IN THIS ARTICLE  AND IS PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL OCTOBER 1921