A Grace For Loveliness

This is the second poem in my running "Wood Fires" series of posts. I'm posting poems by Isabel Christie MacNaughton (my nana) from her 1942 book of poetry, "Wood Fires."

A Grace For Loveliness

A grace for lovely things we bring, For shining bluebirds on the wing;

For tinkling waters, clear and cold, For daffodils of yellow gold;

For fish hawks sailing high and lone, For little winds through pine woods blown;

For far blue mountains, dim with haze, For starlit nights, for sunny days;

For lilac time, for hills of brown, For apple blossoms floating down.

From hearts that with their beauty sing, A grace for lovely things we bring.