Christina Rossetti — Consider

        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.