Blossoms of Light 
Ohl I have a tryst with Beauty 
Now, at the break of Day; 
For now is the Spring in glory 
And verdant, the month of May. 
I hasten to the garden 
In holy hush of Morn; 
To kneel before its Altar 
That Iris now adorn. 
What fragrance of the blossoms 
As incense fills the air; 
I kneel in adoration 
To fairest of the fair. 
The birds awaken carols 
The dawning chorus swells; 
It lends enchanting music 
Where beauty ever dwells. 
The eastern skies grow brighter 
The shadows fade away; 
The sun in glorious splendour 
Sends forth a golden ray. 
It slants across the garden 
Across a thousand flowers; 
Each arrowed sun-beam falling 
Until they come in showers. 
They touch each Iris blossom 
Each blossom, fair and bright; 
Until I cry in rapture 
Thou art a Flower of Light. 
This is no longer a garden 
There is a temple here; 
The Godess of the Rainbow 
On wings of light draws near. 
These are her jewels of Beauty 
These gems of light that flare; 
These Iris blossoms, glowing 
Upon the scented air. 
O, Artist paint this picture 
Ere it fades from sight; 
O, Poet tell with rapture 
The flaming of the Light. 
Ah, no] 'tis not for mortal 
To paint the joy of Spring; 
And only celestial beings 
Of heavenly themes may sing. 
ELMER WILSIE 
THE WILD ROSE IBIS GARDEN IS LOCATED on the U. S. Highway No. 71, 
Route 5, by the Spring Garden School, one-hoU mile irom the City Limits, 
