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

- 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 arigh…

- 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 …

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

- David Macbeth Moir

Look to the lilies how they grow!

- David Macbeth Moir