"Have you forgot the little girl
You last year gave a bonnet to?
Perhaps you have--but ever will
That little girl remember you.

"And ever since, I've been to church,
For much do I delight to go;
And there I learn that works of love
Are what all children ought to do.

"So then I thought within myself,
That pretty basket, Billy wove,
I'll fill with fruit for tha dear Miss,
For sure 'twill be a work of love.

"And so one morning up I rose,
While yet the fields were wet with dew,

And pick'd the nicest I could find,
And brought them, fresh and sweet, for you.

"I know the gift is small indeed,
For such a lady to receive;
But still I hope you'll not refuse
All that poor Phebe has to give."

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[Illustration: Good Children learning their Hymn.]