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“Consider how the lilies grow; 
Not an anxious care they know, 
Nodding gaily to and fro 
Through the summer hours. 
Toiling never, 
Trusting ever 
Happy, favored flowers. 
Feeding on the rays of light. 
Drinking in the dews of night, 
Growing ever pure and bright, 
And so woudrous fair. 
Toiling never, 
Trusting ever . 
Their Creator s care. 
Ah, my soul, in peace abide; 
He doth feed thee, He doth guide, 
And for all thy wants provide 
Far more tenderly. 
Doubt Him never, 
For He ever 
Loves and cares for thee.” 
Growth and Fragrance. 
“And thou, oh virgin queen of spring! 
Shall from thy dark and lowly bed, 
Bursting thy green sheath’s silken string, 
Unveil thy charms, and perfume shed; 
Unfold thy robes of purest white, 
Unsullied from their darksome grave, 
And thy soft petals’ silvery light 
In the mild breeze-unfettered wave.” 
— A[ary Tighe. 
