y EL LOW IRIS. 
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Then corn i to this bosom — ’t is bleeding and bare, 
But the child of affliction may find a home there. 
W. W. B 
I love the ivy-mantled tower, 
Rock’d by the storm of thousand years. 
CUNNINGHAM 
Thus stands an aged elm, in ivy hound, 
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 firs 
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, m flam. eg gold 
The Iris towers-. 
MRS. O SMITH 
