Christian Milne (Кристиан Милн)

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. When in Dread of My Husband’s Safety at Sea
2. The Inconstant Lover
3. Song 8 (Cool evening invites--let us stray)
4. Written on My Little Girl’s
5. Written on the Morning of the Communion Sabbath

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