A VIEW IN ONE OF OUR DISPLAY GARDENS 
In An Iris Garden 
I walked among the Iris beds 
When they were in full flower, 
Their perfect form and substance rare 
Gave me a thought-filled hour. 
I wondered where the Artist 
Obtained His color scheme 
Until I noticed each had been 
Part of the cosmic theme. 
That azure blue could only be 
A bit of summer sky, 
While such a white came from a cloud 
That slowly drifted by. 
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—-From Mrs. T. B. Revell, Jr., Grenada, Miss. 
The pink one was a sunrise 
That welcomed early morn, 
And when He took some noon-day sun 
The yellow one was born. 
That red came from the glowing west 
As twilight shadows fell. 
The dark one was a starry night 
When a full moon shed its spell. 
Such tones and textures I beheld— 
And each of perfect hue— 
’Twas then I knew that God must 
An Iris-lover too. 
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