62 Tall Bearded Iris 



I am happier for their presence, 

 Groups of lavender and blue, 

 For their lavish gifts and treasure 

 And their ways so fine and true — 

 Gifts of beauty without measure. 

 Gifts of fragrance, all so rare; 

 And we thank the One who gives us 

 Glorious sunshine, flowers fair. 



Katherine Fellows: My Iris Friends. 



Not all flowers have souls, 



But roses, for they are memories of lovers. 



And lilies, their prayers, 



Azaleas, who give themselves to the winds. 



And Irises, beloved of Pindar, 



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And all shadowy wind flowers. 



Florence Taher Holt: Flowers . 



The joy of guardian angels, the iridescent hues 

 Of many broken rainbows and ever glist'ning dews. 

 A thousand varied tints of rose and gold and blue. 

 As beautiful as friendship that's proven ever true. 



Sunbeams imprisoned that fall to earth and grow; 

 The lovely ling'ring blush of sunset afterglow. 

 The whiteness of the snows, a gleam of garish gold, 

 A wave of royal purple, a dash of yellow bold. 



A song of the thrush beyond a jeweled lawn; 

 The voice of silence eloquent, a flush of rosy dawn. 

 A lazy breeze drifts over, then comes a gentle show'r. 

 And lo, there springs in magic the rainbow's fairy flow'r. 



Grace Hine Dalzell: Spirit of the Iris. 



