For All

In the window a statelj calla grow. And its bloom was nood toseo. So rcany there worc I the fiower, ,A.ml the bu'i was su kind at tbemormng boor That calii v:!n prx'd oí her littlu powor, And slic snd, ''The suri was rnade for me. ' But th! primrose hnug her crlrason head In the abade -.f the liJy tall. And hho saiil, "If 1 do my bost, maybe The hnnip onei wil] have dulight in me." But a sunbeam out on a frolic freo Poepcd in the window, and wtth grace Gavo a kiss to tho bluahiug face, And h ïid, "Swoetlumrt. we 8h1ne for all.'