“Lo the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield! Hark to natures lesson given, By the blessed birds of Heaven! Every bush and tufted tree, Warbles sweet philosophy- Mortal flee from doubt or sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.”
“Lo the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield! Hark to natures lesson given, By the blessed birds of Heaven! Every bush and tufted tree, Warbles sweet philosophy- Mortal flee from doubt or sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.”