of the buzzing bee,
    That he might have meal to make his bread,
        With honey spread,
    For his thousand babies all in rows,
    Each in a bandbox up to his nose.

    I’d count the curls of the hyacinth
        By the fallen plinth,
    And make them glossy with morning dew
    By sunrise tinted with purple and blue;
    And out of the sunset sky I’d get
        For the violet
    Yellow and red, and dark marine,
    And purples deep, and a tender green;
    And all night long, as they lay in sleep,
      I would paint and steep
    Their velvet cheeks in a hundred dyes,
    That well they might open great staring eyes.

    Unseen I would come where the tired ants tug
        At a heavy slug,
    With my rye-beard lance I’d push it along,
    And they’d think, “All at once we are wondrous strong!”
    In the nest of the robin, under the eaves
        Of the apple-leaves,
    I’d drop a worm in the gaping throats
    That answer my chirp of the mother’s notes. 
    When bonny Miss Harebell thirsts in vain
       For a drop of rain,
    I would fill at the brook my shining cap,
    And lay it all dripping in her lap.

Oh, what would I do as a fairy small? 
I cannot tell all;
But I would do much with a right good will: 
To all things good, and to nothing ill. 
And I’d laugh and skip, like a bird on wing,
Twitter and sing,
And make boys and girls, and birds and flowers,
All say, “What a lovely world is ours!”

Well, what if I am not quite so small? 
I can do it all
In my own sweet home by the same good will,
No fairy, but something nobler still.

GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.

[Illustration:  If I Were a Fairy.]

A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS.

[Illustration:  A Child Fascinating Birds.]

There is a little girl in Ohio, five years old, who has the power of charming birds at will.  Her mother was the first to notice the exercise of this strange power.

The little Girl was playing in the yard where some snowbirds were hopping about.  When she spoke to them, they would come, twittering with glee, and light upon her shoulders.

On her taking them in her hands and stroking them, the birds did not care to get away.  They seemed to be highly pleased, and, when let loose, would fly a short distance, and soon return to the child again.

She took several of them into the house to show to her mother.  The mother, thinking the little girl might hurt the birds, put them out of doors.  But the little birds were not to be cheated in this way.  No sooner was the door opened than they flew into the room again, and alighted upon the girl’s head, and began to chirp.

The birds staid about the house all winter.  Whenever the door was opened, they would fly to the little girl.  The parents feared that this might be a bad omen, and that the little girl would die.