78. The Flower-pot Man.
Here comes the old man with his flowers to sell,
Along the streets merrily going;
Full many a year I’ve remember’d him well,
With, “Flowers, a growing, a blowing!”Geraniums, in dresses of scarlet and green;
Thick aloes, that blossom so rarely;
The long creeping cereus with prickles so keen;
Or primroses modest and early.The myrtle dark green, and the jessamine pale,
Sweet scented and gracefully flowing,
This flower-man carries and offers for sale,
“All flourishing, growing, and blowing!”