MORNING GLORY, by AGNES H. HEMSATH
First Line: What magic clarion bids you unfold Last Line: Lulls to sleep your rainbow glory? Subject(s): Flowers; Morning Glories
What magic clarion bids you unfold Your winsome beauty to the morn's first glow? What vague ambition prompts you to crawl, Spreading color over the old stone wall? What mysterious bed-time story Lulls to sleep your rainbow glory?
