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David Macbeth Moir Quotes

Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May-thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in the brook; The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers; The song of birds amid the

Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May-thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in the brook; The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers; The song of birds amid the bowers; The crystal of the azure seas; The music of the southern breeze; And, over all, the blessed sun, Telling of halcyon days begun.

David Macbeth Moir
Summer, Song, Flower
David Macbeth Moir (1852). “The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir”, p.149

The foxglove, with it's stately bells Of purple, shall adorn thy dells.

David Macbeth Moir
Flower, Purple, Foxgloves
David Macbeth Moir (1852). “The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir”, p.140

Look to the lilies how they grow! 'Twas thus the Saviour said, that we, Even in the simplest flowers that blow, God's ever-watchful care might see.

David Macbeth Moir
Flower, Blow, Looks
David Macbeth Moir (1860). “The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir [Delta]”, p.240

Look to the lilies how they grow!

David Macbeth Moir
Looks, Lilies, Grows
David Macbeth Moir (1860). “The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir [Delta]”, p.240

Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky.

David Macbeth Moir
Stars, Blue, Sky
David Macbeth Moir (1852). “The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir”, p.157

Rose of the desert! thou art to me An emblem of stainless purity,-- Of those who, keeping their garments white, Walk on through life with steps aright.

David Macbeth Moir
Art, White, Rose
David Macbeth Moir (1852). “The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir”, p.146

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