[90 words] ConsiderThe lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:— We are as they; Like them we fade away,As doth a leaf. ConsiderThe sparrows of the air of small account: Our God doth viewWhether they fall or mount,— He guards us too. ConsiderThe lilies that do neither spin nor toil, Yet are most fair:— What profits all this careAnd all this coil? ConsiderThe birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks; God gives them food:—Much more our Father seeks To do us good. Christina Georgina Rossetti1830-1894…