BURNING BRONZE 
Queen of the garden in splendor unfolding 
All your rich beauties into our beholding, 
Scattering freely your largesse untold; 
Born in the purple, no rival you're fearing. 
Proudly your head to the sunshine upreanng, 
Gorgeous your raiment of purple and gold. 
Hail to you, ins, your reign may be fleeting, 
Leal are your subjects who give you glad greeting; 
Blessings attend you upon your bright way; 
Faithful the hearts now your triumph acclaiming, 
Loyal the lips your allegiance naming; 
Child of the Rainbow and queen of the May. 
W. L. Patterson: Iris. 
Quality Gardens 
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