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, fly from doubt and sorrow; God provideth for the morrow. Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose? Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we citizens of air? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WILD DUCK'S NEST by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MARIAN; AN OPERETTA: SONG (1) by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE HUNTING SEASON by MARGUERITE KEARNS BURNETT CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE DIRGE OF SY. MALO by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |