Kudora May Stone, St. Nicholas for Arpil. A bud droops low on a grassy lea- She does not know what her Cate wiU be ; So she watts and tonps and slps the dew, And sings the song that I sing t you: " I :mi so smnll, And the world so wide - The trees are so tall That whisper and cali By the brooklet's side, That I could not see, Should I open my eyes, The sunny lea, mOrllie water Cree, -. - ¦ j ¦ Or ti beautiful akies. "SofooHshlteem, And the world so wisc, That I cannot dream What tlower wiU gleam Wlu-ii 1 greet the skics. m But though I'm so small, And the world is so wíde - Though the trees are so tall 3 That whisper and cali . By th brooklet's side- 1M1 do my best To be sweet and bright ! And I'll work and wait __„_ For a worthy late, Till 1 find the light.'1 O Happy bnd on the u r.issy Jea ! MM Killed with the beauty that Ís to be ; Well may she trust to the sun aad dew, As she sings the song that I sing to you.