Thou Art The Iris

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; in the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. ~Lord Alfred Tennyson

Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest,
Who, armed with golden rod
And winged with celestial azure, bearest
The message of some God.

                                       ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also. ~Harriet Ann Jacobs