Poem by Christian Milne

Sent with a Flower-Pot Begging a Slip of Geranium

I’ve sent my empty pot again
To beg another slip;
The last you gave, I’m grieved to tell
December’s frost did nip.

I love fair Flora and her train
But nurse her children ill;
I tend too little, or too much;
They die from want of skill.

I blush to trouble you again,
Who’ve served me oft before;
But, should this die, I’ll break the pot,
And trouble you no more.

1. Written on the Morning of the Communion Sabbath
2. When in Dread of My Husband’s Safety at Sea
3. The Sailor’s Adieu
4. To a Very Imprudent Young Woman
5. To a Lady, Who Did Me the Honour to Call at My House

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