Lo! the lillies of the field,
Howtheir leaves instruction yield !
Hark to nature's lesson given
Bythe 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 or the rose ?
Say, have kings more wholesome fare,
Than we poor citizens ofthe air ?
Barns nor hoarded grain bave 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 ofthe snare and line,
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow ;
God provideth for the morrow ! "