: Nature Myths And Stories For Little Children
In the sky where the amber tints are seen on the clouds, Iris was born.
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
Perhaps she feasted on sunshine and dew, and slept on the soft white
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
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.
"Let her be the messenger between heaven and earth."
They placed golden wings upon her shoulders and made her a bridge of
One end of the bridge they rested in the sky, but the other Iris could
fasten to the earth with a pot of gold.
This was the way Iris' path was made:
The earth gave the tints of her fairest flowers, the sea brought great
ribbons of silvery mist, the wind was the shuttle, the sky was the loom
and the Sun himself was the weaver.
It is no wonder that the most beautiful thing in all the world is Iris'
bridge, the rainbow.