IRIS’ BRIDGE.

   
  

N the sky where the amber tints are seen
4 on the clouds, Iris was born.
Yof She loved her home and all the beautiful
things around her.

Perhaps she sailed in the moon’s silver boat and
knew why the stars kept twinkling.

Perhaps she feasted on sunshine and dew, and
slept on the soft white clouds.

More than anything in her sky-home, Iris loved
her grandfather, the stern old ocean. ;

When he was merry, and drove his white: horses
over the water, she was happy.

When he was troubled, and the sky grew dark
and sad, she quietly slipped her hand into his.

Instantly he smiled, and became gentle again.

He longed always to keep her with him, but the
Sun said:

“No, Iris belongs to both ocean and sky.

“Tet her be the messenger between heaven and
earth.”

They placed golden wings upon her shoulders
and made her a bridge of beautiful colors.

One end of the bridge they rested in the sky, but