The “Goodness of the Rainbow” means, 
I bring a message true; 
From Winter, Spring to Summertime 
I’ve pushed my blossoms through. 
How thrilling in the dewy morn 
So see what overnight— 
Has taken place in your front yard, 
Most wonderful the sight. 
How marvelous the color scheme, 
Past artist’s brush to wield, 
Its many tinted shades and lines 
The rainbow seems to yield. 
In color-mass and single bloom, 
In tracery and form; 
In queenly grace she stands alone, 
Her equal yet unborn. 
The Cherry Blossom for Japan, 
While England has the Rose; 
And Holland has her Tulip beds. 
Yet everybody knows— 
That Iris is from every clime, 
The old world and the new: 
Historic graves her colors bear 
Caught from the sky of blue. 
It was of her the Saviour said 
(Her beauties He portrayed), 
“That Solomon in royal dress 
Was not like these arrayed.” 
And standing with inviting air 
To stranger and to friend; 
The longer known, the more beloved, 
Her qualities attend. 
—Mrs. W. W. Brown, Sioux City. 
Courtesy , W. S. Snyder 
