By Robert Herrick. Go, pretty child, and bear this flower Unto 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 there Upon 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 be Even as moneyless as He. Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss From those mellifluous lips of His, Then never take a second on, To spoil the first impression.
By Robert Herrick.
Go, pretty child, and bear this flower Unto 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 there Upon 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 be Even as moneyless as He. Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss From those mellifluous lips of His, Then never take a second on, To spoil the first impression.
