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… — David Macbeth Moir Copy Share Image
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;… — David Macbeth Moir Copy Share Image
The foxglove, with it's stately bells Of purple, shall adorn thy dells. — David Macbeth Moir Copy Share Image
Rose of the desert! thou art to me An emblem of stainless purity,-- Of those who, keeping their garments white, Walk on through life… — David Macbeth Moir Copy Share Image
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… — David Macbeth Moir Copy Share Image
