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Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:— We are as they; Like them we fade away,
As doth a leaf
The sparrows of the air of small account: Our God doth
Whether they fall or mount,— He guards us too
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The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:— We are as they; Like them we fade away,
As doth a leaf
The sparrows of the air of small account: Our God doth
Whether they fall or mount,— He guards us too
When I consider everything that
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;