Poem by Helen Gray Cone

Love Unsung

  Seven jewelled rays has the Sun fast bound
      In his arrow of blinding sheen;
  But he quickens the breast of the fruitful ground
      With a subtlest ray unseen.

  And the rainbow moods of this love of ours
      I may blend in the song I bring;
  But the magic that makes life laugh with flowers
      Is the love that I cannot sing.

1. The Torch-Race
2. Ivo of Chartres
3. The Glorious Company
4. The Gifts of the Oak
5. The Spring Beauties

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