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.