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YELLOW IRIS. 
Then come to this bosom — ’tis bleeding and bare; 
But the child of affliction may find a home there. 
W. W. R. 
I love the ivy-mantled tower, 
Rock’d by the storm of thousand years. 
CUNNINGHAM. 
Thus stands an aged elm, in ivy bound, 
Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around. 
PARNELL. 
THE YELLOW IRIS. 
This flag flower is made to represent — 
My heart’s on flame, and does like fire 
To her aspire. 
COWLEY. 
No warning of th’ approaching flame; 
Swiftly like sudden death it came — 
I loved the moment I beheld. 
GRANVILLE. 
Amid its waving swords, in flaming gold 
The Iris towers-. 
MRS. C. SMITH. 
