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f\ Word in ©onclu^ion. 
“Consider the lilies. . . I say to you, not even Solomon, in all his glory, was 
arrayed like one of these.” —Words of our Divine Jesus . 
f F your Heavenly Father takes so much care of the herbs of the field, 
which live hut to-day, and on the morrow are thrown into the fire, 
what will He not do for you ? 
“Who so careth for the Flowers, 
“Will much more care for you!” 
How , then, can you distrust Providence f 
Seeing the care , and, so to speak, the gentleness with which God 
watches over the least plant, or the humblest flower, or the blade of grass 
we trample beneath our feet, could we not imagine that it should live for 
ever ? 
Yet, from morning till evening is its life; the morrow sees it parched 
by the sun; on the day after, it falls under the sickle. 
What then should we think of the immense ocean of beauties to he 
found in God, since He scatters them with such profusion over a little 
plant, that lives hut a few hours ? 
What, in fine, should we think of the care which He lavishes on our 
immortal souls, made to His glorious image ? 
Oh, God! Who art all love, I thank Thee for having decorated the 
earth so beautifully as our abode, and for having provided so tenderly for 
even the smallest plants. It is for me that Thou hast done all these things; 
grant me the grace to profit by these benefits! 
