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Lo, the lilies of the field 
How their leaves instruction yield! 
Hark to nature’s lesson given 
By the blessed birds of Heaven! 
Every bush and tufted tree 
Warbles sweet philosophy: 
Mortal, flee from doubt and sorrow; 
God provideth for the morrow! 
Say, with richer crimson glows 
The kingly mantle or the rose ? 
Say, have kings more wholesome fare 
Than we poor citizens of air? 
Barns nor hoarded grain have we. 
Yet we carol merrily: 
Mortalflee from doubt and sorrow; 
God provideth for the morrow! 
One there lives Whose guardian eye 
Guides our humble destiny; 
One there lives Who, Lord of all, 
Keeps our feathers lest they fall; 
Pass we blithely, then, the time, 
Fearless of the snare and lime; 
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow — 
God provideth for the morrow! 
— Anon. 
“Consider liow the lilies grow/’ says another poetic author,* 
♦The Venerable Sister Mary Genevieve Todd, a fervent convert to the Catholic Church, 
was born Dec. 19, 1863, and died July 29, 1896, in the convent of the Sisters of Providence, 
at St. Mary’s of the Woods, Ind., a few nights after composing the following beautiful stanza 
“Now I lay me ! Pale and trembling 
Are the clasped hands tonight, 
And the dim eyes fast are closing 
Ever more upon earth's light. 
One more tear for love and sorrow, 
One more sigh so long and deep, 
And within the Heart of Jesus 
She hath lain her down to sleep.” 
