Consider
(Macmillan’s Magazine, Jan. 1866.)
ConsiderThe lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:—We are as they;Like them we fade away,As doth a leaf.
ConsiderThe sparrows of the air of small account:Our God doth viewWhether they fall or mount,—He guards us too. 10
ConsiderThe lilies that do neither spin nor toil,Yet are most fair:—What profits all this careAnd all this coil?
ConsiderThe birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks;God gives them food:—Much more our Father seeksTo do us good. 20