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Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky.
David Macbeth Moir -
Look to the lilies how they grow!
David Macbeth Moir
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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 -
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 -
The foxglove, with it's stately bells Of purple, shall adorn thy dells.
David Macbeth Moir -
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