The IRIS 
Oh beautiful! beautiful! flower! 
The ward of the sunbeam and shower 
In garments of woven delight, 
Of the sunset, Aurora and light. 
While over thy beauty there plays 
Such blending of color and shade, 
Such delicate tinting and rays; 
Well becoming a heavenly maid. 
Ethereal, lovely and sweet, 
Thy presence we joyously greet. 
Thy Mother, fair Iris, in beauty supreme, 
Took all her rich fabrics of loveliest sheen, 
The robes of the rainbow, flower garden of air, 
Of bewildering beauty, resplendently, fair, 
And made for her child such a dazzling dress 
No daughter of royalty e’er could possess. 
Though her form seems so fragile, yet wondrously brave, 
Away in the Northland where fierce tempests rave, 
She wakes from her sleep in her cradle of snow 
And beams on the world with a radiant glow. 
Away on the plains in the drought and the heat, 
She is cheerfully waiting admirers to greet. 
To her fairy presence must ever belong 
The tribute of praise and the rapture of song. 
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THE WILD ROSE IRIS GARDEN IS LOCATED on the U. S. Highway No. 71, 
Route 5, by the Spring Garden School, one-half mile from the City Limits. 
