David Macbeth Moir Quotes & Sayings

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

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

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

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

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