Lilac collection of ioo or more varieties is becoming well established. All 
bloomed this year, so we had a real “Lilac Time.” 
The Peony walk has been a joy to hundreds of visitors. Just now the 
collection of Philadelphus, or Mock Oranges, is at its best. There are very 
complete collections of Loniceras, Deutzias, Viburnums, and other shrubs, 
Flowering Crabs, Magnolias, and Japanese Cherries. 
The collection of French and Japanese Tree Peonies, of upwards of 
300 varieties, is well established and is without doubt the most complete 
in this country. 
This “Dream Garden” is partly for my own pleasure, but principally for 
the benefit of those who wish to make a study of the various shrubs and 
plants which will here be allowed to grow and develop into perfect specimens. 
Your generous patronage has helped to make this garden possible, and 
I want you to feel that it is yours to make use of. Each year there are many 
new faces. Many have the habit and come every year. 
If you let me know which class of plants you particularly wish to see, 
I shall be glad to advise you when will be the best time to come, and you 
will always be welcome. 
BERTRAND H. FARR 
Wyomissing, Pennsylvania 
June 25, 1920 
Iris Flower, what can you tell 
Of the mysteries that dwell 
In the opal depths of your fragile shell? 
Is it some Fairy whose wand has spun 
Those gossamer threads with dewarops hung, 
Reflecting the glow of the morning sun? 
Or is it a Spirit that dwells within, 
With a message from Heaven to mortal men 
Of hope and promise at the rainbow’s end? 
Iris Flower, you speak to me 
Of fair and wondrous worlds that be 
In the azure depths of Infinity. 
Fair Messenger from out of the great Unknown, 
I yield to the touch of your magic wand. 
And dream and dream with you alone. 
Far away, through Heaven’s azure blue. 
We float on misty clouds of dew 
Through ever-changing scenes, and delights 
forever new. 
There’s a gleam of the gold of Ophir 
Through the purple robes of Night. 
There’s a glint of the Frost King’s palace 
Aglow with Aurora’s light. 
Iris Flower, to me you tell 
All the mysteries that dwell 
In the opal depths of your fragile shell. 
—B. H. F. 
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