Consider the lilies,
Ye sons of despair;
Consider the lilies,
Ye daughters of care,
And from them instruction receive:
Though fragile and feeble,
Yet, see how they grow,
"They toil not, they spin not,"
Nor care do they know,
But, kept by their Maker, they live.'
(Nothing fragile and feeble about these :-)
Poem by Peter Burn
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