260 SONGS FOR THE ©

teeter

Fo nina aE
“< Well, do not grieve for that,’ she said ;
‘Go home, and get some more.’
‘Ah, no, for I have stripped the vines,
These were the last they bore.

    
   
    

“*My father, Miss, is very poor,
And works in yonder stall ;
Te has so many little ones, ®
He cannot clothe us all.

 
   
     
   
     
    
     
    
   
   
   
   
     
   
    

“<T always longed to go to church,
But never could I go;
For when I asked him for a gown,
He always answered, ‘No.’

«<There’s not a father in the world
‘That loves his children more ;
I’d get you one with all my heart,
But, Phebe, I am poor.’

«But when the blackberries were ripe,
He said to me one day,
‘Phebe, if you will take the time
That ’s given you for play,

“* And gather blackberries enough,
And carry them to town,
To buy your bonnet and your shoes,
I'll try to get a gown.’