For Valentine's Day

Rose For Valentine's Day


Georgina Rossetti

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 view 
Whether they fall or mount,— 
He guards us too. 

The lilies that do neither spin nor toil, 
Yet are most fair:— 
What profits all this care 
And all this coil? 

The birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks; 
God gives them food:— 
Much more our Father seeks 
To do us good.

“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?”

—MATTHEW 6: 28-30—

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