Go, pretty child, and bear this flower <br />Unto thy little Saviour; <br />And tell him, by that bud now blown, <br />He is the Rose of Sharon known. <br />When thou hast said so, stick it there <br />Upon his bib or stomacher; <br />And tell him, for good handsel too, <br />That thou hast brought a whistle new, <br />Made of a clean straight oaten reed, <br />To charm his cries at time of need; <br />Tell him, for coral, thou hast none, <br />But if thou hadst, he should have one; <br />But poor thou art, and known to be <br />Even as moneyless as he. <br />Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss <br />From those melifluous lips of his;-- <br />Then never take a second on, <br />To spoil the first impression.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-saviour-a-child-a-present-by-a-child/
