To His Saviour, a Child; a Present, by a Child
Go, pretty child, and bear this flowerUnto thy little Saviour;And tell him, by that bud now blown,He is the Rose of Sharon known.When thou hast said so, stick it thereUpon his bib or stomacher;And tell him, for good handsel too,That thou hast brought a whistle new,Made of a clean straight oaten reed,To charm his cries at time of need;Tell him, for coral, thou hast none,But if thou hadst, he should have one;But poor thou art, and known to beEven as moneyless as he.Lastly, if thou canst win a kissFrom those melifluous lips of his;--Then never take a second on,To spoil the first impression.
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