FAITH

Consider the lilies of the field. They toil not, neither do they spin, yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If nature so clothed the lilies, have faith that ye will be so clothed.

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What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.