(Macmillan'S Magazine, Jan. 1866.) Consider The Lilies Of The Field Whose Bloom Is Brief: - We Are As They; Like Them We Fade Away, As Doth A Leaf. Consider The Sparrows Of The Air Of Small Account: Our God Doth View Whether They Fall Or Mount, - He Guards Us Too. Consider The Lilies That Do Neither Spin Nor Toil, Yet Are Most Fair: - What Profits All This Care And All This Coil? Consider The Birds That Have No Barn Nor Harvest-Weeks; God Gives Them Food: - Much More Our Father Seeks To Do Us Good.