52 AUTUMN STORIES AND POEMS 



At the end of this rainbow bridge is planted 

 a pot of gold. 



On another day I shall tell you how this pot 

 of gold was stolen, and of the strange way in 

 which it was found. 



Ever since that time, Iris has soldiers stand- 

 ing near to guard it. 



They wear blue cloaks. Their swords are 

 always drawn and pointing to the sky. 



I wonder if you have ever corne across any 

 of these soldiers. 



They like to camp near the water. 



The next time Iris throws her bridge across 

 the sky, look very closely. Maybe you will 

 catch a glimpse of her. 



THE RAINBOW 



MY heart leaps up when I behold 



A rainbow in the sky ; 

 So was it when my life began ; 

 So is it now I am a man ; 

 So be it when I shall grow old, 



Or let me die ! 



WORDSWORTH. 



